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 Oman and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Crash Course in Science to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Seeds,
The Dead C,
Roxy Music,
Swell Maps,
Dead Boys,
Oblivians,
Nas,
Alice Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zapp,
The Durutti Column,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
Desert Stars,
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter and Kerry,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy Collins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound,
New Order,
Pussy Galore,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
Alphaville,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tim Buckley,
Absolute Body Control,
Henry Cow,
Ultimate Spinach,
MDC,
Babytalk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ludus,
Index,
The Techniques,
Jawbox,
Suburban Knight,
Gang of Four,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
James White and The Blacks,
World's Most,
John Cale,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.