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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Eve St. Jones to the electroclash 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Monks,
Dual Sessions,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Albert Ayler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
John Holt,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
Derrick Morgan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABC,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mars,
Procol Harum,
John Lydon,
Ten City,
Country Teasers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pretty Things,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid,
Bootsy Collins,
Los Fastidios,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter & Gordon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minnie Riperton,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxette,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Index,
Groovy Waters,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
The Offenders,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
Lindisfarne,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
Iggy Pop,
The Misunderstood,
Cymande,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.