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 Finland and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Mr. Review to the punk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sex Pistols,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-102,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nirvana,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q65,
The Real Kids,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Bob Dylan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
Camouflage,
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stereo Dub,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
Minor Threat,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
The Stooges,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins,
Roxette,
Todd Rundgren,
MC5,
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mummies,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Foxx,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.