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 United States and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the jazz 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
Mars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nils Olav,
Eli Mardock,
Sight & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Halsall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alton Ellis,
Smog,
Surgeon,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
Motorama,
David Bowie,
Gong,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
Ultravox,
Gichy Dan,
Joey Negro,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
The Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
Swell Maps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
Half Japanese,
Dennis Brown,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.