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 Ukraine and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barry Ungar to the grime 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
Pantaleimon,
June of 44,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
Sugar Minott,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris & Cosey,
The Skatalites,
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Juan Atkins,
Silicon Teens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
Deadbeat,
Aural Exciters,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
John Holt,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
These Immortal Souls,
The J.B.'s,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
Black Sheep,
Slick Rick,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Real Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
Radiohead,
Monolake,
Essential Logic,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.