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 Nepal and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 the Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eve St. Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
The Misunderstood,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moleskins,
Howard Jones,
Al Stewart,
Junior Murvin,
The Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Invisible,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Camouflage,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monks,
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
Deepchord,
Quantec,
Interpol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
Erasure,
Ronnie Foster,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kas Product,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
Audionom,
Depeche Mode,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
Anakelly,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joy Division,
The Smoke,
PIL,
Oneida,
Eurythmics,
Con Funk Shun,
a-ha,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.