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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
the Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dorothy Ashby,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
The Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
Robert Görl,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glenn Branca,
The Toasters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Angels of Light,
The Zeros,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalann,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Green,
Hasil Adkins,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
Severed Heads,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camouflage,
Agent Orange,
Can,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
The Music Machine,
Mad Mike,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.