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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nirvana to the grime 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Index,
the Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Flag,
Infiniti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Hutcherson,
World's Most,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delta 5,
Scrapy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
Lower 48,
LL Cool J,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Birthday Party,
Barrington Levy,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donald Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
Gang Green,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
Procol Harum,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
Ituana,
The Dead C,
Y Pants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
The Searchers,
Godley & Creme,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
Moby Grape,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
The Knickerbockers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.