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 Suriname and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Japan to the rock 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Porter Ricks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Stooges,
Crooked Eye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Lynne,
The Angels of Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
These Immortal Souls,
MC5,
Boredoms,
Pussy Galore,
CMW,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Franke,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bluetip,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside,
Ultravox,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantaleimon,
Scan 7,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
10cc,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blackbyrds,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.