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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Gabor Szabo to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
Suicide,
Oneida,
Wings,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper,
Kerrie Biddell,
Khruangbin,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Slick Rick,
Kurtis Blow,
La Düsseldorf,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
Hardrive,
The Monks,
Faraquet,
Surgeon,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Hill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Moon,
The Walker Brothers,
Amazonics,
Television Personalities,
Eyeless In Gaza,
JFA,
The Saints,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
Eddi Front,
Eric Dolphy,
Buzzcocks,
T. Rex,
Mandrill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rekid,
Derrick Morgan,
Heaven 17,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.