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 Korea South and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Five Americans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Association,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
E-Dancer,
Maurizio,
Mantronix,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Axelrod,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
DNA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Ronan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Beau Brummels,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cluster,
The Last Poets,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
Skarface,
Amon Düül,
Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Junior Murvin,
Eve St. Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Toni Rubio,
Suicide,
the Bar-Kays,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Searchers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stetsasonic,
Sun City Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fall,
Organ,
Camouflage,
Porter Ricks,
EPMD,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sugar Minott,
Darondo,
The Slits,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.