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 Turkey and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sarah Menescal to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
The Zeros,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Angels of Light,
Monks,
The Mummies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
The Searchers,
Nas,
Suicide,
The Dead C,
Gabor Szabo,
Q65,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
Simply Red,
John Lydon,
Slave,
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Franke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Organ,
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
Roger Hodgson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
Sam Rivers,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Royal Trux,
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
Ossler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
Camberwell Now,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Audionom,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
The Tremeloes,
Theoretical Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Make Up,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.