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 Kosovo and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 In Retrospect to the techno 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
Porter Ricks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
The Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Slave,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pole,
The Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Terry Callier,
Liliput,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
Oblivians,
The Victims,
Judy Mowatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deepchord,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
Depeche Mode,
Pantaleimon,
Agitation Free,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
Connie Case,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ken Boothe,
Quantec,
Talk Talk,
Aaron Thompson,
World's Most,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set,
Bronski Beat,
Amazonics,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
Qualms,
Silicon Teens,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
Pere Ubu,
The Pop Group,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
The J.B.'s,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.