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 Fiji and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Urselle to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
DNA,
Das Ding,
Sexual Harrassment,
T.S.O.L.,
Albert Ayler,
Pere Ubu,
Altered Images,
The Gories,
Visage,
Infiniti,
Khruangbin,
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
Brass Construction,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Parry Music,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
Jawbox,
Stiv Bators,
Scientists,
John Foxx,
Quadrant,
Pylon,
Neu!,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Clear Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul II Soul,
Eddi Front,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moebius,
The Durutti Column,
The Blackbyrds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.