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 Brunei and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gladiators to the techno 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
Circle Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yellowson,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Max Romeo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Mr. Review,
R.M.O.,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
L. Decosne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes,
Kayak,
New York Dolls,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
Sällskapet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
Kas Product,
Wally Richardson,
Simply Red,
Suicide,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang of Four,
Ornette Coleman,
Fat Boys,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.