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 China and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 John Holt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Wake,
Archie Shepp,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
Barbara Tucker,
Cal Tjader,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Lynne,
Quando Quango,
Sam Rivers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marmalade,
The Moody Blues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crooked Eye,
The Remains,
Smog,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
Little Man,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terry Callier,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
Eurythmics,
the Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
Babytalk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Pus,
The Barracudas,
Nirvana,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
FM Einheit,
U.S. Maple,
Lower 48,
Bobby Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.