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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Technova to the grunge 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television,
Mission of Burma,
Public Enemy,
Niagra,
F. McDonald,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
The Sound,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camouflage,
The Martian,
Royal Trux,
David Axelrod,
Second Layer,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stiv Bators,
Sparks,
Unwound,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
New Age Steppers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
David Bowie,
AZ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
Quadrant,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
Shuggie Otis,
Alton Ellis,
Crime,
Jeff Mills,
The New Christs,
Lungfish,
Jandek,
Lee Hazlewood,
Technova,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson,
PIL,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.