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 Israel and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grunge 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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hot Snakes,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare,
Robert Hood,
Judy Mowatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin,
Bob Dylan,
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lyres,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mo-Dettes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ossler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Order,
Organ,
Guru Guru,
The Busters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dark Day,
The Gap Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
Cameo,
Maurizio,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pole,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.