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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rock 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jandek,
The Fugs,
Crime,
Alphaville,
Cameo,
Gang Starr,
The Doobie Brothers,
Howard Jones,
New York Dolls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hoover,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fortunes,
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Young Marble Giants,
Chrome,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joensuu 1685,
Susan Cadogan,
Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Ten City,
Neil Young,
Sugar Minott,
Mo-Dettes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
Technova,
Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.