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 Qatar and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 The Techniques to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Deepchord,
The Doors,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ice-T,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacques Brel,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Model 500,
Quantec,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Wyatt,
Glenn Branca,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alice Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
The Fall,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Birthday Party,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
Fat Boys,
Malaria!,
Susan Cadogan,
Spandau Ballet,
Fear,
Simply Red,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wasted Youth,
Ohio Players,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Almond,
The Trojans,
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lindisfarne,
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Motorama,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.