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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide 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 a-ha to the rock 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Smoke,
The Cure,
Patti Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Whodini,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear,
Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ponytail,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
Cal Tjader,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
Dark Day,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
Bobby Byrd,
X-102,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
a-ha,
Unrelated Segments,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
Glenn Branca,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
Anakelly,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.