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 Peru and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Cowsills to the grime 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Young Marble Giants,
Camouflage,
The Busters,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joyce Sims,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Prunes,
Q65,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Offenders,
Tubeway Army,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
Ornette Coleman,
The United States of America,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
kango's stein massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
Massinfluence,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
Oneida,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
Ultravox,
Archie Shepp,
Yellowson,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cramps,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Foxx,
JFA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wally Richardson,
DNA,
Suicide,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.