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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Procol Harum to the disco 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Von Mondo,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
Freddie Wadling,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mandrill,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
John Foxx,
Pagans,
Lungfish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
Maleditus Sound,
David McCallum,
The Fortunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Smooth,
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sugar Minott,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
Simply Red,
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warsaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zapp,
Pierre Henry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erykah Badu,
Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Inner City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Easy Going,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick Morgan,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells,
Babytalk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wire,
The Monks,
Duran Duran,
Boz Scaggs,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.