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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Bobby Womack to the grunge 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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magma,
Brand Nubian,
MDC,
Roy Ayers,
Howard Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
a-ha,
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
Darondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents,
Parry Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sällskapet,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Can,
Depeche Mode,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Moby Grape,
Mo-Dettes,
Tres Demented,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
Maurizio,
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
John Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Bourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alison Limerick,
Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mark Hollis,
Interpol,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fear,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.