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 Libya and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Patti Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tubeway Army,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
Buzzcocks,
Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
OOIOO,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
Lungfish,
Newcleus,
Index,
Minor Threat,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers,
Black Moon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Enemy,
Thee Headcoats,
Silicon Teens,
Michelle Simonal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
Marmalade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Barracudas,
Chris & Cosey,
Pagans,
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Teasers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.