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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rock 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
Brick,
These Immortal Souls,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mummies,
Flipper,
KRS-One,
David Bowie,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
Moby Grape,
Ice-T,
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
E-Dancer,
Animal Collective,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
Alice Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
The Litter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alphaville,
Sister Nancy,
the Normal,
Urselle,
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cowsills,
Aloha Tigers,
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
Depeche Mode,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.