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 Namibia and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Scott Walker to the dance 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
a-ha,
June Days,
Au Pairs,
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
Hoover,
L. Decosne,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy,
DNA,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Silicon Teens,
Pere Ubu,
David McCallum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cramps,
The Names,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
The Associates,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler,
Kayak,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bob Dylan,
Wire,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.