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 Kuwait 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Buzzcocks 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gun Club,
Graham Central Station,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül,
Slave,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q65,
Bang On A Can,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
Depeche Mode,
Hasil Adkins,
FM Einheit,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Fatback Band,
Basic Channel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nirvana,
The Red Krayola,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
H. Thieme,
Duran Duran,
Magma,
Joensuu 1685,
Lyres,
Dennis Brown,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers,
Schoolly D,
Yellowson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA,
Mantronix,
Radiohead,
Jawbox,
48th St. Collective,
The Doors,
Jerry's Kids,
Pole,
New Order,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon,
Public Enemy,
K-Klass,
Patti Smith,
MC5,
Peter and Kerry,
Supertramp,
Oneida,
The Monks,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.