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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Young Rascals to the funk 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
Nik Kershaw,
JFA,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-102,
Peter and Kerry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Talk Talk,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
Fela Kuti,
Alton Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann,
the Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can,
The Red Krayola,
Hardrive,
Bauhaus,
Urselle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rosa Yemen,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Move,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pole,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Mills,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alphaville,
This Heat,
Mars,
John Cale,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.