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 Brunei and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Count Five to the funk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nils Olav,
Agitation Free,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Hood,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
The Martian,
Audionom,
Scion,
Bob Dylan,
CMW,
Johnny Clarke,
Soulsonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mo-Dettes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Lydon,
Lungfish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kas Product,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lucky Dragons,
Brand Nubian,
The Modern Lovers,
Warsaw,
Brass Construction,
Bill Wells,
Gong,
Aswad,
The Happenings,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
Severed Heads,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.