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 Guatemala and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Hasil Adkins to the jazz 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
CMW,
Underground Resistance,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Goldenarms,
Radiohead,
Soul Sonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun City Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Bananas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
New Age Steppers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Brick,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
Harmonia,
Graham Central Station,
Theoretical Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
Simply Red,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lightning Bolt,
The Names,
The Slackers,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed,
DNA,
Bluetip,
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.