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 Greece and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grunge 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
Accadde A,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moby Grape,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Con Funk Shun,
Delon & Dalcan,
World's Most,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Axelrod,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Newcleus,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
June of 44,
Fugazi,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
Neil Young,
The Barracudas,
The Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
Amazonics,
The Cramps,
Rufus Thomas,
The Black Dice,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.