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 Equatorial Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge 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 Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Kayak,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick May,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
Fad Gadget,
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
Harry Pussy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rapeman,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Index,
Blossom Toes,
Anthony Braxton,
Oblivians,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Selecter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
Tubeway Army,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
X-102,
A Certain Ratio,
Jandek,
Excepter,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
Schoolly D,
Max Romeo,
The Knickerbockers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Lynne,
a-ha,
Piero Umiliani,
Vladislav Delay,
Pierre Henry,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
The Fortunes,
Ohio Players,
Grauzone,
The Move,
Donald Byrd,
Joey Negro,
MC5,
Los Fastidios,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.