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 Algeria and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Schoolly D to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless 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?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Nico,
Barrington Levy,
Thompson Twins,
Gichy Dan,
Sandy B,
X-101,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liliput,
The Names,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
The Evens,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
Icehouse,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fugs,
The Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Green,
The Buckinghams,
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Wells,
Kenny Larkin,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Fad Gadget,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harry Pussy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Rosa Yemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mandrill,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues,
James White and The Blacks,
The Tremeloes,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.