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 Iraq and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 T.S.O.L. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül II,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantytec,
Grey Daturas,
Ornette Coleman,
The Remains,
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
Fatback Band,
Todd Terry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood,
The United States of America,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
The Gladiators,
The Happenings,
Sister Nancy,
Jawbox,
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Lakeside,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
Funkadelic,
Tommy Roe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sparks,
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Golliwogs,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne,
UT,
The Saints,
Skarface,
Boredoms,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.