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 Moldova and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Gories,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
Henry Cow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nirvana,
Magazine,
K-Klass,
X-101,
Rotary Connection,
Absolute Body Control,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joyce Sims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
Das Ding,
The Toasters,
Funky Four + One,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
New Order,
The Five Americans,
Alphaville,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Tim Buckley,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultimate Spinach,
DNA,
Skaos,
Kaleidoscope,
Thee Headcoats,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.