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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Pulsallama,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
Roxy Music,
Colin Newman,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
Lightning Bolt,
The Busters,
The Neon Judgement,
The Beau Brummels,
Shoche,
Laurel Aitken,
the Bar-Kays,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ituana,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
World's Most,
Fad Gadget,
Bad Manners,
Inner City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
Kayak,
kango's stein massive,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
Pantytec,
Joe Finger,
Skaos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Q65,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Wells,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.