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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sparks to the funk 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Bauhaus,
Television,
The Skatalites,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Lightning Bolt,
Don Cherry,
DNA,
Rekid,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Standells,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
Das Ding,
Gong,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Little Man,
Cybotron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moss Icon,
Darondo,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
Pole,
UT,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hardrive,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
The Saints,
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett,
The Victims,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.