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 United Kingdom and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Jacques Brel to the dance 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Aaron Thompson,
Icehouse,
Make Up,
Wasted Youth,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang On A Can,
The Angels of Light,
Connie Case,
Von Mondo,
John Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Skatalites,
Black Sheep,
Charles Mingus,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
Kayak,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jimmy McGriff,
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
Roger Hodgson,
The Trojans,
The Monochrome Set,
Jandek,
Yusef Lateef,
Barclay James Harvest,
10cc,
Khruangbin,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
Q65,
Vladislav Delay,
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül,
The Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Qualms,
K-Klass,
Rapeman,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
Con Funk Shun,
Scrapy,
Magazine,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.