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 Cyprus and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Amon Düül II to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tubeway Army,
Soul II Soul,
Albert Ayler,
Barbara Tucker,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deadbeat,
Al Stewart,
Qualms,
The Monochrome Set,
Kayak,
Joyce Sims,
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacob Miller,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
Brick,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
The Misunderstood,
Fat Boys,
The Skatalites,
Subhumans,
Inner City,
The United States of America,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
Jacques Brel,
Thompson Twins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Görl,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
June Days,
The Move,
The Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nas,
Outsiders,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed,
Lightning Bolt,
Alphaville,
Rekid,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.