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 Qatar and from Calgary.
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 Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Andrew Hill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
Qualms,
Y Pants,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
Joy Division,
Bob Dylan,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
Henry Cow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Au Pairs,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Archie Shepp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
Severed Heads,
Mission of Burma,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Sherman,
Morten Harket,
Funky Four + One,
Dennis Brown,
Gong,
Mo-Dettes,
Little Man,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
The Dead C,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
Fugazi,
Franke,
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.