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 Mauritius and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Saccharine Trust to the rap 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Thompson Twins,
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronan,
Roxy Music,
Ossler,
Jerry's Kids,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
Wings,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Almond,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sparks,
Morten Harket,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Age Steppers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
Pierre Henry,
the Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visage,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders,
Rites of Spring,
a-ha,
Jawbox,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
Magazine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Malaria!,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.