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 Colombia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Gichy Dan to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Drexciya,
Faust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Raincoats,
ABC,
Babytalk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Pierre Henry,
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moss Icon,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Average White Band,
cv313,
Arab on Radar,
Symarip,
David Axelrod,
Marine Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June Days,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
H. Thieme,
Blossom Toes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Age Steppers,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
The Pretty Things,
Whodini,
EPMD,
June of 44,
Thee Headcoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Sheep,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxette,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.