Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guyana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bang on a Can All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABBA,
Motorama,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near,
In Retrospect,
Ice-T,
Suicide,
Bootsy Collins,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Newcleus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
Procol Harum,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
Bluetip,
Mark Hollis,
Pantaleimon,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cameo,
Bob Dylan,
Kas Product,
Yaz,
Todd Rundgren,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
Peter & Gordon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eddi Front,
Symarip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
Section 25,
Lyres,
Don Cherry,
The Slackers,
Magma,
David Axelrod,
Babytalk,
Faraquet,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.