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 Serbia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
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 synthesizer 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 Jeru the Damaja to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Count Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jandek,
Livin' Joy,
Josef K,
Terrestrial Tones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nils Olav,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
Colin Newman,
Guru Guru,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang On A Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Banda Bassotti,
Siglo XX,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris & Cosey,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Neon Judgement,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
Freddie Wadling,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.