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 Somalia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
Can,
Motorama,
Gang Green,
Severed Heads,
The Buckinghams,
The Gap Band,
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Sällskapet,
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw,
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
the Swans,
Jandek,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis,
Arcadia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gories,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
Roxette,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Bill Wells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Make Up,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ludus,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.