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 Belgium and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Fire Engines to the disco 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Moebius,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Almond,
Scientists,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aural Exciters,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harry Pussy,
Rosa Yemen,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Altered Images,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
Tim Buckley,
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Judy Mowatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amazonics,
Intrusion,
Robert Hood,
JFA,
Pylon,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
Joyce Sims,
Aaron Thompson,
Yellowson,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacob Miller,
The Moleskins,
New York Dolls,
Symarip,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.