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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Sonics to the rock 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
ABBA,
Suicide,
DNA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Prince Buster,
Lightning Bolt,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
the Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
The Standells,
Essential Logic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brass Construction,
Television Personalities,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra,
Marine Girls,
Bauhaus,
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funkadelic,
Archie Shepp,
Sällskapet,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
Model 500,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Susan Cadogan,
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.