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 Qatar and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fear to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Guru Guru,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Association,
Lower 48,
Sugar Minott,
The Monochrome Set,
H. Thieme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
Brass Construction,
Josef K,
Von Mondo,
Wasted Youth,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
Monolake,
Oneida,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Letta Mbulu,
The Buckinghams,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gong,
Bad Manners,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sixth Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
the Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sound Behaviour,
Mantronix,
Shuggie Otis,
Television,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.