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 Algeria and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fugs to the rock 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
Mars,
X-Ray Spex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
The Happenings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Babytalk,
Joy Division,
The Cure,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
Camouflage,
Groovy Waters,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fela Kuti,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
The Smoke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rapeman,
K-Klass,
Soulsonic Force,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fuzztones,
Deadbeat,
Index,
Kurtis Blow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sexual Harrassment,
This Heat,
Skaos,
Stetsasonic,
Tres Demented,
New Order,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fortunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
Barry Ungar,
The Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
Young Marble Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.