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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Joyce Sims to the funk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
Pole,
Wally Richardson,
Lungfish,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rekid,
Robert Görl,
Slick Rick,
Susan Cadogan,
LL Cool J,
Severed Heads,
The Gladiators,
Kas Product,
Mark Hollis,
Can,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Five Americans,
Black Sheep,
The Motions,
Grey Daturas,
Procol Harum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aswad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick Morgan,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
Peter & Gordon,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
The Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fatback Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tim Buckley,
Liliput,
Surgeon,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Bourne,
Dead Boys,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.