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 Taipei.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
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 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 The Pretty Things to the punk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
Schoolly D,
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pylon,
Kerrie Biddell,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Japan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scan 7,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Skatalites,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
Icehouse,
Eddi Front,
The Gap Band,
Minutemen,
Moebius,
Nik Kershaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alison Limerick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camouflage,
ABBA,
The Black Dice,
Joey Negro,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
Outsiders,
Tears for Fears,
Malaria!,
MC5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
John Holt,
Smog,
Joensuu 1685,
LL Cool J,
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.