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 Fiji and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Neil Young to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jawbox,
kango's stein massive,
Television,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood,
T. Rex,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
Intrusion,
Oneida,
The Pretty Things,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
The Tremeloes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quadrant,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Leaves,
The Cramps,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Holt,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Delta 5,
Laurel Aitken,
Barrington Levy,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Absolute Body Control,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
Hasil Adkins,
Rapeman,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.