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 St Lucia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Second Layer to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
Reagan Youth,
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
The Associates,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erasure,
Joyce Sims,
Yazoo,
Negative Approach,
Eve St. Jones,
X-101,
the Swans,
Slave,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
Lungfish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Schoolly D,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ludus,
Adolescents,
The Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
Make Up,
Chrome,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.