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 Senegal and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Organ to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Agent Orange,
John Cale,
Von Mondo,
The Slackers,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
The Busters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
Gabor Szabo,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry's Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
Japan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
Index,
Black Pus,
The Golliwogs,
Rufus Thomas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
Avey Tare,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gun Club,
Mars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.