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 Sri Lanka and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New York Dolls to the crunk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Parry Music,
Intrusion,
Maurizio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Lynne,
Anakelly,
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Knickerbockers,
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
EPMD,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Ohio Players,
L. Decosne,
The Move,
The Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Agent Orange,
Radio Birdman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultravox,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
The Saints,
Aural Exciters,
Eddi Front,
Lou Christie,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.