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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dark Day to the dance 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Cramps,
Joe Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
Oblivians,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
La Düsseldorf,
Negative Approach,
Mars,
Sparks,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
Tim Buckley,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
X-102,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
David Axelrod,
Bush Tetras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
These Immortal Souls,
Rites of Spring,
The Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Accadde A,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Josef K,
The Gladiators,
Donald Byrd,
Wire,
The Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Mission of Burma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
Aswad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Sherman,
Moebius,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.