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 Lille.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Lungfish to the disco 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Cameo,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
Pantaleimon,
Althea and Donna,
Country Teasers,
Harry Pussy,
The Standells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Golliwogs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultimate Spinach,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
John Cale,
Symarip,
Todd Rundgren,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacques Brel,
The Litter,
Wings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Half Japanese,
Pere Ubu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Altered Images,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monks,
Faust,
Blossom Toes,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dead C,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
Nico,
Derrick Morgan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minny Pops,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.