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 Mexico and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Neil Young to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drexciya,
Al Stewart,
K-Klass,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-102,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Warren Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nas,
Nick Fraelich,
Clear Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
Deepchord,
Magazine,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gories,
Nils Olav,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
Bob Dylan,
Reagan Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Names,
June Days,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Das Ding,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker,
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
The Skatalites,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.