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 Belgium and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Marine Girls to the rock 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pylon,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ice-T,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
Newcleus,
Hashim,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
The Young Rascals,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stiv Bators,
Dave Gahan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pole,
Bronski Beat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lucky Dragons,
EPMD,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stereo Dub,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Gong,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Popol Vuh,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warren Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Marine Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
DNA,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.