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 Antigua and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zero Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
Isaac Hayes,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Womack,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Patti Smith,
Mars,
MDC,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quadrant,
The Residents,
Eddi Front,
Don Cherry,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Can,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
Bill Wells,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Barracudas,
10cc,
Black Flag,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smiths,
Darondo,
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.