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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Roxy Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops,
Spoonie Gee,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
Inner City,
The Cowsills,
LL Cool J,
The Martian,
Lower 48,
Slick Rick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
PIL,
The Dead C,
The Victims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultra Naté,
Whodini,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
Cymande,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül II,
Connie Case,
The Moleskins,
Outsiders,
Kerri Chandler,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
Eurythmics,
Ken Boothe,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
The Buckinghams,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
Tom Boy,
Organ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deadbeat,
Lungfish,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.