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 Moldova and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Agitation Free to the electroclash 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sparks,
Quadrant,
Lakeside,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Simply Red,
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Average White Band,
Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
Visage,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Womack,
Schoolly D,
Arab on Radar,
Thompson Twins,
Wings,
Reagan Youth,
Black Sheep,
Maleditus Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Agent Orange,
Animal Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Model 500,
The Pop Group,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heaven 17,
The Gap Band,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy Collins,
Theoretical Girls,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warsaw,
Derrick May,
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.