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 Tonga and from London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Liliput to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kas Product,
X-Ray Spex,
The Human League,
Scan 7,
This Heat,
Lou Reed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Terry,
Easy Going,
Mad Mike,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Inner City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Invisible,
Delta 5,
Symarip,
Minny Pops,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
Subhumans,
Little Man,
Leonard Cohen,
Royal Trux,
Sister Nancy,
Ten City,
Gang Green,
Slave,
Supertramp,
Model 500,
The Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pere Ubu,
E-Dancer,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
ABBA,
Cymande,
Neil Young,
the Association,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hot Snakes,
Camberwell Now,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.