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 Mauritius and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Erykah Badu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
FM Einheit,
Nation of Ulysses,
In Retrospect,
Radiohead,
The Names,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Outsiders,
Supertramp,
World's Most,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
The Remains,
Janne Schatter,
The New Christs,
David Axelrod,
John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
Lyres,
Dawn Penn,
Laurel Aitken,
Section 25,
The Last Poets,
Harry Pussy,
Youth Brigade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeru the Damaja,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
The Raincoats,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Clarke,
The Wake,
The Saints,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.