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 Ethiopia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 F. McDonald to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cluster,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Divine Comedy,
Joey Negro,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Symarip,
The Stooges,
Barry Ungar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alphaville,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sparks,
Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
In Retrospect,
The Evens,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-Ray Spex,
Agitation Free,
Underground Resistance,
Stetsasonic,
Yazoo,
Scan 7,
The Associates,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Raincoats,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
Davy DMX,
The Cramps,
Essential Logic,
Toni Rubio,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
New York Dolls,
Liliput,
X-101,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Pulsallama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.