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 Colombia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Gang of Four to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Sugar Minott,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Connie Case,
Nirvana,
EPMD,
Cymande,
The Sonics,
Jawbox,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
Underground Resistance,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
Anakelly,
Todd Rundgren,
James White and The Blacks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
The Trojans,
John Lydon,
the Normal,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
Y Pants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Names,
Khruangbin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
Ohio Players,
KRS-One,
Slave,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
Deakin,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
Essential Logic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.