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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Sound,
Tom Boy,
The Standells,
Minny Pops,
the Slits,
The Barracudas,
Essential Logic,
This Heat,
The Walker Brothers,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Crime,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
Erasure,
World's Most,
Sun Ra,
cv313,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Sherman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
OOIOO,
PIL,
the Swans,
Malaria!,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie,
Fear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
The Move,
Toni Rubio,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young,
Pierre Henry,
In Retrospect,
Terry Callier,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minutemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sound Behaviour,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
Byron Stingily,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.