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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the electroclash 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Don Cherry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MDC,
Boz Scaggs,
Yaz,
David Axelrod,
Groovy Waters,
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delta 5,
Warren Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Urselle,
Roxette,
Eden Ahbez,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sixth Finger,
Cameo,
Mad Mike,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
Altered Images,
Intrusion,
The Count Five,
Eli Mardock,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Joey Negro,
Average White Band,
Swell Maps,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Qualms,
The Associates,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
Pagans,
Harry Pussy,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker,
Theoretical Girls,
Deakin,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
Scan 7,
New York Dolls,
Gichy Dan,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.