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 Canada and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Cowsills 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
The New Christs,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
Smog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reagan Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
LL Cool J,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
the Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Trojans,
The Gories,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
Sandy B,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Womack,
Flipper,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
Adolescents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Make Up,
Sällskapet,
Babytalk,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
Crooked Eye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monochrome Set,
Yusef Lateef,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
Simply Red,
Agent Orange,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.