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 Chad and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Ponytail to the funk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mars,
Vladislav Delay,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
The Remains,
Masters at Work,
Goldenarms,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Near,
Kurtis Blow,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra,
The Residents,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
Mad Mike,
Slick Rick,
Skarface,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Wells,
Skaos,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
The Doors,
Gang Green,
a-ha,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
The Walker Brothers,
Prince Buster,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Wally Richardson,
Lyres,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ludus,
Pole,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.