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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Radio Birdman,
Danielle Patucci,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rod Modell,
Soft Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Essential Logic,
Metal Thangz,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Faraquet,
Reuben Wilson,
The Five Americans,
Todd Rundgren,
The Kinks,
Hoover,
Eve St. Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Pere Ubu,
Camberwell Now,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pierre Henry,
Janne Schatter,
The United States of America,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
The Selecter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warsaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Halsall,
H. Thieme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skriet,
Tom Boy,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mad Mike,
The Stooges,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
The Dead C,
Index,
Joe Finger,
Sandy B,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.