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 Australia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rap 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scan 7,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Searchers,
Icehouse,
Gang of Four,
Judy Mowatt,
Marmalade,
Al Stewart,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra,
Stiv Bators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Near,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
T.S.O.L.,
Steve Hackett,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Wells,
Lucky Dragons,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Underground Resistance,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Sneak,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.