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 Uruguay and from London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Near,
Magma,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
Jacques Brel,
Yusef Lateef,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop,
Man Parrish,
Wings,
Minutemen,
The Smiths,
Sight & Sound,
Sandy B,
Lakeside,
The United States of America,
John Holt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gladiators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
Banda Bassotti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
Ituana,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Underground Resistance,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pop Group,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
the Swans,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.