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 Austria and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Electric Prunes 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Lucky Dragons,
Kayak,
PIL,
Bauhaus,
Dennis Brown,
X-101,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
The Evens,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doors,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dual Sessions,
Brass Construction,
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donny Hathaway,
Sandy B,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
Echospace,
Excepter,
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
F. McDonald,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
R.M.O.,
Kurtis Blow,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Near,
Quantec,
Inner City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Malaria!,
Young Marble Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Magma,
Funky Four + One,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suicide,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moody Blues,
Blancmange,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
John Holt,
Colin Newman,
The Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Bob Dylan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.