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 India and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Black Sheep to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Vainqueur,
Saccharine Trust,
Qualms,
Bobby Sherman,
Henry Cow,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
The Motions,
The Fall,
Severed Heads,
Tres Demented,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
10cc,
Tubeway Army,
Boz Scaggs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare,
Organ,
Scan 7,
Youth Brigade,
Brothers Johnson,
Blancmange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Procol Harum,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harry Pussy,
Danielle Patucci,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
Cluster,
Sarah Menescal,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
Pere Ubu,
The Move,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Bananas,
Smog,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Flag,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Simply Red,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.