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 Malta and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 rap 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
Pylon,
Au Pairs,
Barbara Tucker,
Circle Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronan,
ABC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T.S.O.L.,
Fad Gadget,
Scion,
Charles Mingus,
Flash Fearless,
Aloha Tigers,
Quadrant,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Joyce Sims,
Alison Limerick,
Oneida,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Golliwogs,
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
The Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
Althea and Donna,
Gastr Del Sol,
Trumans Water,
Chrome,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angry Samoans,
The Toasters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radio Birdman,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
Quando Quango,
The Smiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
One Last Wish,
Visage,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Sneak,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.