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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Los Fastidios to the grunge 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Wake,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
Brick,
Jandek,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxy Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
Quantec,
The Fall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Malaria!,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABBA,
the Sonics,
B.T. Express,
The Selecter,
Model 500,
The Searchers,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dead Boys,
Massinfluence,
The Fuzztones,
Metal Thangz,
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
Ornette Coleman,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tubeway Army,
John Foxx,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.