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 Argentina and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lebanon Hanover to the techno 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Toni Rubio,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
the Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Little Man,
The Trojans,
Althea and Donna,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Germs,
F. McDonald,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
a-ha,
Stereo Dub,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronnie Foster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
Steve Hackett,
The Sonics,
The Standells,
Interpol,
Derrick May,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter & Gordon,
JFA,
X-102,
Banda Bassotti,
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Make Up,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Smooth,
The Music Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Absolute Body Control,
John Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.