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 Honduras and from New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gladiators to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
AZ,
Moby Grape,
The Doors,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy Collins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
Animal Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
Gichy Dan,
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bluetip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dead Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Tim Buckley,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Bowie,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
Funky Four + One,
Pulsallama,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
Cheater Slicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stereo Dub,
Crime,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
Bronski Beat,
Monolake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.