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 Equatorial Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Black Pus to the punk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
L. Decosne,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
Radiohead,
Warsaw,
DJ Style,
MDC,
The Fuzztones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo,
Godley & Creme,
Yaz,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp,
Slick Rick,
Derrick Morgan,
Mission of Burma,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
The Saints,
The Standells,
Inner City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
AZ,
Bad Manners,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
Drexciya,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
Kayak,
Flipper,
Gichy Dan,
Bob Dylan,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
Faust,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
Camouflage,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cowsills,
R.M.O.,
Brass Construction,
Ponytail,
Rapeman,
Niagra,
Half Japanese,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
Harmonia,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.