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 Kosovo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Remains to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
Suicide,
Bobby Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Funky Four + One,
Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
Sparks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
48th St. Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Can,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crime,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
Young Marble Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bluetip,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama,
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Underground Resistance,
Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Ponytail,
Harmonia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
The Litter,
The Real Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.