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 Cyprus and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Eden Ahbez 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-102,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
The Vogues,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
Metal Thangz,
L. Decosne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Green,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Simply Red,
Ossler,
Scan 7,
Bush Tetras,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Janne Schatter,
The Neon Judgement,
Fat Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Hill,
Television Personalities,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
Adolescents,
Tears for Fears,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Star Department,
New Order,
Kenny Larkin,
Model 500,
Loose Ends,
Lee Hazlewood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ice-T,
EPMD,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
Whodini,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics,
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.