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 Zambia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Cameo to the punk 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson,
Robert Hood,
Joe Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tres Demented,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
kango's stein massive,
Black Flag,
Barclay James Harvest,
T. Rex,
Graham Central Station,
The Grass Roots,
Monolake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
Johnny Clarke,
The Raincoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sparks,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eurythmics,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kaleidoscope,
Girls At Our Best!,
Metal Thangz,
Ituana,
Babytalk,
Lalann,
The Remains,
Minor Threat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Supertramp,
The Saints,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxette,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.