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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Morten Harket,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
Easy Going,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
Eve St. Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
Peter & Gordon,
Chrome,
The Searchers,
Sparks,
Icehouse,
Gong,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mo-Dettes,
Technova,
Bang On A Can,
Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
Jesper Dahlback,
Graham Central Station,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
Loose Ends,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dark Day,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
Terry Callier,
The Names,
the Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rod Modell,
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
Shoche,
Byron Stingily,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.