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 El Salvador and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agent Orange to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Intrusion,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Half Japanese,
Joyce Sims,
Das Ding,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gabor Szabo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mojo Men,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
Joe Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Zero Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Bush Tetras,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
Derrick May,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Connie Case,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
Idris Muhammad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultravox,
John Coltrane,
The Monks,
Tom Boy,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Goldenarms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hashim,
Joy Division,
the Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Black Pus,
Black Moon,
kango's stein massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.