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 Panama and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Roy Ayers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
Moss Icon,
Los Fastidios,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fluxion,
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Copeland,
Nils Olav,
Country Teasers,
Lou Christie,
the Sonics,
Boredoms,
Underground Resistance,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Happenings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers,
Arab on Radar,
Black Pus,
Subhumans,
Connie Case,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barry Ungar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
Danielle Patucci,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
Pagans,
Joyce Sims,
Lower 48,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
Technova,
the Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.