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 Iran and from Hong Kong.
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 Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Scratch Acid to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
Sight & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
Radio Birdman,
The Monks,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Al Stewart,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
The Motions,
The Star Department,
Mo-Dettes,
Qualms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
Porter Ricks,
Isaac Hayes,
Alice Coltrane,
New Order,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
Tim Buckley,
Faraquet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barclay James Harvest,
Malaria!,
Kurtis Blow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cramps,
Vladislav Delay,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth,
Sparks,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fad Gadget,
Talk Talk,
Japan,
The Victims,
UT,
Ten City,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.