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 East Timor and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Arthur Verocai to the rock 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
The Doors,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
Vainqueur,
Rakim,
The Cure,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fortunes,
the Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
H. Thieme,
Neu!,
Joy Division,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slits,
Animal Collective,
The Music Machine,
The Moleskins,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pulsallama,
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
China Crisis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Pussy Galore,
Main Source,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-102,
Soul Sonic Force,
Y Pants,
The Gories,
One Last Wish,
The Five Americans,
The Litter,
Aswad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.