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 Hungary and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Nils Olav to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter and Kerry,
the Germs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan,
The Black Dice,
Cymande,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
Fluxion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Wyatt,
Organ,
Morten Harket,
Cameo,
Ituana,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crime,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Halsall,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dead C,
The Gories,
La Düsseldorf,
Slick Rick,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
Deepchord,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wire,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agent Orange,
The Slackers,
Erykah Badu,
Negative Approach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yaz,
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
Joe Finger,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.