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 Panama and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Jacob Miller to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cramps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Germs,
The Fuzztones,
Skarface,
the Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
Pet Shop Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Rakim,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sparks,
The J.B.'s,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hasil Adkins,
DNA,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Zeros,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flipper,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Whodini,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rosa Yemen,
Pulsallama,
Buzzcocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Green,
X-Ray Spex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.