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 Marshall Islands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tropical Tobacco to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
the Normal,
R.M.O.,
Fat Boys,
Minny Pops,
Freddie Wadling,
Metal Thangz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Negative Approach,
Hardrive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
Unwound,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
The Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cowsills,
Barry Ungar,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
L. Decosne,
Mandrill,
Infiniti,
Sixth Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
Rekid,
The Sound,
Surgeon,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Average White Band,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
James White and The Blacks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joensuu 1685,
KRS-One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Foxx,
Agitation Free,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
EPMD,
Kaleidoscope,
Barclay James Harvest,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.