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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Groovy Waters to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
Sällskapet,
Visage,
Deakin,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
Mad Mike,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warren Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Y Pants,
Laurel Aitken,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crooked Eye,
The Techniques,
The Toasters,
Joey Negro,
Average White Band,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers,
Marine Girls,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh,
Henry Cow,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Christie,
Rapeman,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Curtis Mayfield,
Niagra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
KRS-One,
Bang On A Can,
The Index,
Accadde A,
Subhumans,
MDC,
DJ Sneak,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.