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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Amon Düül to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Girls At Our Best!,
Bad Manners,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
The Cowsills,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
Outsiders,
Swell Maps,
FM Einheit,
Masters at Work,
Gong,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O.,
Negative Approach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Litter,
Ten City,
Section 25,
John Holt,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
Massinfluence,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Prunes,
Q65,
Scientists,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
Todd Terry,
Index,
Bill Near,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
Pole,
June of 44,
MC5,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ituana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
Angry Samoans,
The Gladiators,
Kenny Larkin,
The Leaves,
Harmonia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.