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 Micronesia and from Manchester.
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 Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Glenn Branca to the grunge 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
T.S.O.L.,
Thee Headcoats,
Index,
Mad Mike,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds,
Joyce Sims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Fela Kuti,
Con Funk Shun,
Wire,
Davy DMX,
AZ,
The Seeds,
Warsaw,
Alton Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Drexciya,
Mission of Burma,
Byron Stingily,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pet Shop Boys,
David McCallum,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
Tears for Fears,
Laurel Aitken,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fortunes,
Henry Cow,
Sonic Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Fraelich,
Lucky Dragons,
D'Angelo,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
cv313,
Hashim,
Jacques Brel,
Scion,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brothers Johnson,
Visage,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
Ultra Naté,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.