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 Guinea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Yellowson to the electroclash 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Archie Shepp,
The Standells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
Talk Talk,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
Technova,
the Sonics,
Zapp,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Man Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
the Association,
KRS-One,
Kaleidoscope,
Mandrill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Groovy Waters,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
Ornette Coleman,
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
Ohio Players,
the Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Smog,
Goldenarms,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Urselle,
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
Michelle Simonal,
Yaz,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.