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 Lucia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
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 chamberlin 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 Moleskins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cluster,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Minutemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Spoonie Gee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Rundgren,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Near,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MC5,
Maurizio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Womack,
Arcadia,
Animal Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Essential Logic,
Metal Thangz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
Funkadelic,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.