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 Kenya and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Velvet Underground to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band,
Guru Guru,
Kerrie Biddell,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Inner City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kenny Larkin,
Thompson Twins,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn,
The Black Dice,
Black Flag,
Glenn Branca,
Gabor Szabo,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
R.M.O.,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ludus,
The Mummies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
Colin Newman,
Unwound,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.