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 Tunisia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rites of Spring to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
LL Cool J,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
Motorama,
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monolake,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
Soft Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Camberwell Now,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Nico,
Fad Gadget,
Monks,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
The Happenings,
Scratch Acid,
Niagra,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott Heron,
This Heat,
Nils Olav,
Black Pus,
The Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yellowson,
Wasted Youth,
Nas,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
Television,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
Radiohead,
Porter Ricks,
Laurel Aitken,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.