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 Maldives and from London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television,
Camberwell Now,
Deakin,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doors,
Model 500,
The Cure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
Barrington Levy,
Supertramp,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
Aloha Tigers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
Kurtis Blow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minny Pops,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas,
The Fuzztones,
10cc,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
Crime,
Audionom,
Brass Construction,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
Japan,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
Pussy Galore,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick May,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
JFA,
Ituana,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
Can,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
Camouflage,
The Blues Magoos,
The Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Accadde A,
The Litter,
Janne Schatter,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.