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 Dominican Republic and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
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 mellotron 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 Lou Reed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
Lou Christie,
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
John Coltrane,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
Boredoms,
Q65,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese,
Lucky Dragons,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rapeman,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Cheater Slicks,
Junior Murvin,
Bang On A Can,
Thompson Twins,
One Last Wish,
Zapp,
kango's stein massive,
Icehouse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
Patti Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Urselle,
Eric Copeland,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suicide,
Grey Daturas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
Young Marble Giants,
F. McDonald,
Wire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Toasters,
Charles Mingus,
Lalann,
The Wake,
Cecil Taylor,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.