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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Count Five,
Index,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors,
Neil Young,
Nas,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
E-Dancer,
F. McDonald,
Quadrant,
Janne Schatter,
Los Fastidios,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sonics,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
Sex Pistols,
Banda Bassotti,
Iggy Pop,
Gabor Szabo,
Sam Rivers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
MC5,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper,
Hoover,
John Holt,
Bobby Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiohead,
The Smiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Technova,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Sneak,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Sheep,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.