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 Zimbabwe and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Television to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Tim Buckley,
EPMD,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Blossom Toes,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fire Engines,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Pole,
AZ,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick May,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
Babytalk,
This Heat,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doors,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
Connie Case,
the Swans,
Livin' Joy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne,
Robert Wyatt,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sixth Finger,
Brass Construction,
Yaz,
Brick,
The Sonics,
T. Rex,
The Gories,
Rapeman,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Copeland,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.