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 Marshall Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Agent Orange to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
MC5,
Visage,
Trumans Water,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kayak,
Nas,
The Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
Neil Young,
Eric Copeland,
Royal Trux,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronan,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
The Stooges,
The Toasters,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
Rekid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish,
Yazoo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
Fluxion,
The Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
Niagra,
Rotary Connection,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun City Girls,
The Fall,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.