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 Philippines and from Bologna.
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 Bremen and Stockholm.
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 sitar 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Severed Heads,
Cecil Taylor,
Moebius,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brand Nubian,
Tommy Roe,
The Misunderstood,
John Holt,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra,
David Bowie,
Mr. Review,
Man Eating Sloth,
Banda Bassotti,
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cramps,
Bill Near,
MC5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
MDC,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scratch Acid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Kinks,
Erasure,
Sandy B,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
Cybotron,
Wire,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.