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 Netherlands 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
Jacob Miller,
Davy DMX,
Max Romeo,
Marvin Gaye,
Mary Jane Girls,
EPMD,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
Bush Tetras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Don Cherry,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Mars,
Danielle Patucci,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
the Association,
ABC,
Glenn Branca,
L. Decosne,
Siglo XX,
Yellowson,
Bill Wells,
Dual Sessions,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cybotron,
Susan Cadogan,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Model 500,
The Selecter,
K-Klass,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
Porter Ricks,
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.