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 Iceland and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 JFA to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
Little Man,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
Suburban Knight,
Prince Buster,
Gang Green,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
Todd Terry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
The Leaves,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
Erykah Badu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Teasers,
Sound Behaviour,
Sarah Menescal,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
Qualms,
Outsiders,
Ultra Naté,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
Dual Sessions,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Dolphy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
Derrick Morgan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
Chrome,
Lyres,
Jacques Brel,
Scrapy,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
The Monochrome Set,
Ten City,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.