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 Nicaragua and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Letta Mbulu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mark Hollis,
Iggy Pop,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
ABC,
Letta Mbulu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amazonics,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
Moby Grape,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
Funkadelic,
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville,
The Gladiators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pretty Things,
Unwound,
The Human League,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Underground Resistance,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America,
The Associates,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
Quantec,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Slick Rick,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
Stiv Bators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pole,
The Young Rascals,
Metal Thangz,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.