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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
Audionom,
Delta 5,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dirtbombs,
Arab on Radar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Traffic Nightmare,
New York Dolls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faust,
Mandrill,
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks,
The Real Kids,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
Infiniti,
Cluster,
John Cale,
Alphaville,
Erasure,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
Maurizio,
Kerri Chandler,
the Human League,
Groovy Waters,
kango's stein massive,
Unwound,
Soft Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doors,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
The Divine Comedy,
ABC,
Slick Rick,
Monks,
Tubeway Army,
The Selecter,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.