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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 The Martian to the disco 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agitation Free,
Magazine,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
Outsiders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hoover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans,
Scientists,
The Slackers,
Clear Light,
Jawbox,
Skarface,
Stiv Bators,
Carl Craig,
Neu!,
Sex Pistols,
X-101,
Whodini,
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Names,
Yazoo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Accadde A,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
Lakeside,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Clarke,
Youth Brigade,
Lalann,
Infiniti,
Bronski Beat,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
ABC,
The Zeros,
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men,
John Holt,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.