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 Armenia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Danielle Patucci to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Techniques,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deakin,
Fluxion,
The Leaves,
Roxette,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
Ronan,
Icehouse,
World's Most,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
Byron Stingily,
Alphaville,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pretty Things,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
DNA,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moby Grape,
F. McDonald,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Joensuu 1685,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
Moebius,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arab on Radar,
Rosa Yemen,
Mars,
Aaron Thompson,
The Busters,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agent Orange,
Gong,
DJ Sneak,
David McCallum,
The Smiths,
Sight & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
the Sonics,
Can,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.