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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fad Gadget to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Deakin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
Henry Cow,
Juan Atkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doors,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
Sun City Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Colin Newman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slave,
Ponytail,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cramps,
Prince Buster,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Fat Boys,
Skaos,
Crime,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
Spandau Ballet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kayak,
New Order,
Rapeman,
Archie Shepp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Association,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-101,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Angels of Light,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.