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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
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 Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Avey Tare to the disco 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
X-101,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
The Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
This Heat,
Bronski Beat,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
Pantytec,
Quantec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
AZ,
Slave,
X-102,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
A Certain Ratio,
Interpol,
Deadbeat,
Judy Mowatt,
Neu!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lyres,
The Toasters,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
Sam Rivers,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.