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 Palau and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quadrant to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Star Department,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wire,
Steve Hackett,
The Gap Band,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
The Golliwogs,
The Pop Group,
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bob Dylan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Leaves,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Jandek,
Youth Brigade,
Lindisfarne,
Stereo Dub,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hashim,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Rundgren,
the Association,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.