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 Cambodia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 The Knickerbockers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bob Dylan,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scion,
Gichy Dan,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
In Retrospect,
Swans,
The Dead C,
The Blues Magoos,
The Toasters,
Wings,
The Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Underground Resistance,
The Gap Band,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
Skriet,
Accadde A,
World's Most,
48th St. Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
Black Moon,
Khruangbin,
Liliput,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
Gong,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Copeland,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Reagan Youth,
The Slits,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.