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 Fiji and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Eden Ahbez to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Eden Ahbez,
T.S.O.L.,
The Modern Lovers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gichy Dan,
Rotary Connection,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté,
The Busters,
Swans,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Television,
Simply Red,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scan 7,
Mandrill,
Eric Dolphy,
Goldenarms,
Blossom Toes,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
Bluetip,
Blake Baxter,
Eve St. Jones,
Sällskapet,
Stetsasonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins,
The Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Warsaw,
The Black Dice,
Peter & Gordon,
The Move,
Ten City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
Stiv Bators,
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans,
The Pretty Things,
The J.B.'s,
Wings,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.