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 Canada and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Roy Ayers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Trojans,
a-ha,
Ice-T,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
The Searchers,
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Byrd,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
Agent Orange,
Technova,
The Martian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Leaves,
Marmalade,
X-Ray Spex,
Idris Muhammad,
the Germs,
AZ,
Organ,
Faraquet,
Grey Daturas,
The Buckinghams,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker,
Monolake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Ossler,
Franke,
Au Pairs,
June of 44,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unwound,
Jandek,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
Black Pus,
Youth Brigade,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.