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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Deepchord,
Scion,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Steve Hackett,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
Black Pus,
the Germs,
Quando Quango,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bauhaus,
Ponytail,
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
Dual Sessions,
T.S.O.L.,
Dead Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yaz,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
Section 25,
Wolf Eyes,
Surgeon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Smog,
Schoolly D,
The Pretty Things,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grauzone,
Harry Pussy,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.