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 Iceland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
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 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 The Flesh Eaters to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marmalade,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Machine,
Josef K,
This Heat,
Arab on Radar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
Nas,
Amon Düül,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Almond,
Jawbox,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
K-Klass,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott Heron,
a-ha,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
The Index,
Archie Shepp,
The Cowsills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Whodini,
Magazine,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare,
Q65,
Animal Collective,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Dolphy,
UT,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
Jacob Miller,
Severed Heads,
Buzzcocks,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
The Gladiators,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.