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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hashim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Gong,
Tim Buckley,
Lungfish,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
Aloha Tigers,
The Red Krayola,
the Association,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
Minutemen,
Robert Hood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mantronix,
Lindisfarne,
The Residents,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
Model 500,
The United States of America,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moss Icon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronan,
John Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
One Last Wish,
EPMD,
X-Ray Spex,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
New Order,
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
Aural Exciters,
The Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.