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 Japan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hoover to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
The Golliwogs,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sonics,
the Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The American Breed,
The Remains,
Lower 48,
Mark Hollis,
John Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
Funkadelic,
Kurtis Blow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
The Evens,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Kinks,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
Dawn Penn,
London Community Gospel Choir,
LL Cool J,
Bill Wells,
Brass Construction,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Television,
Howard Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Starr,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Womack,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.