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 Slovakia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Los Fastidios,
Alice Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cramps,
The Fortunes,
Sparks,
Gong,
the Sonics,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
John Holt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Terry,
Suburban Knight,
This Heat,
Mission of Burma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Buckinghams,
Livin' Joy,
Glenn Branca,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Almond,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Section 25,
Flipper,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Sheep,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
Severed Heads,
Tim Buckley,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
10cc,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
Marmalade,
FM Einheit,
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.