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 Nigeria and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Chris Corsano to the techno 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Warren Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
The Wake,
Tears for Fears,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
The Saints,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
Donald Byrd,
Fugazi,
Peter & Gordon,
Animal Collective,
KRS-One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
The Zeros,
World's Most,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
Reagan Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Albert Ayler,
The Durutti Column,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crime,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moleskins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cybotron,
Blossom Toes,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Hill,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
Basic Channel,
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.