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 Kiribati and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Easy Going 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Sneak,
Donny Hathaway,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blues Magoos,
Piero Umiliani,
Ice-T,
Kevin Saunderson,
Animal Collective,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Jawbox,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers,
Newcleus,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
Procol Harum,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers,
Stereo Dub,
Brothers Johnson,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
Fugazi,
The Index,
The Litter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T. Rex,
the Germs,
Aural Exciters,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
The Gories,
The Barracudas,
Little Man,
Deadbeat,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Sherman,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.