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 China and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
Television Personalities,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
Eddi Front,
Marine Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Slave,
Erasure,
10cc,
The Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Urselle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q and Not U,
The Beau Brummels,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
Supertramp,
The Invisible,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mummies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
The Moleskins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Age Steppers,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Pus,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
Rapeman,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.