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 Libya and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kool Moe Dee to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
Blancmange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brick,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kaleidoscope,
Moss Icon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonic Youth,
The Invisible,
Smog,
D'Angelo,
Nik Kershaw,
Fela Kuti,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
The Residents,
Mars,
The Remains,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
Throbbing Gristle,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
Symarip,
Porter Ricks,
Blake Baxter,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Don Cherry,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
Gang of Four,
Khruangbin,
The Golliwogs,
Lower 48,
The United States of America,
Moby Grape,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.