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 Zimbabwe and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Kevin Saunderson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moleskins,
Goldenarms,
The Mummies,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Ronnie Foster,
Rotary Connection,
Buzzcocks,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sound,
Arcadia,
Animal Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
DJ Sneak,
The Kinks,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
Kaleidoscope,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Associates,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dark Day,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
The United States of America,
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Wyatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fela Kuti,
K-Klass,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.