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 Libya and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Thee Headcoats to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Make Up,
Jimmy McGriff,
Interpol,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
Henry Cow,
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants,
Q65,
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boz Scaggs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Qualms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
Pere Ubu,
The Last Poets,
Dual Sessions,
kango's stein massive,
Yaz,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
The Count Five,
Suicide,
U.S. Maple,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Don Cherry,
Jacob Miller,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
The Grass Roots,
The Barracudas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Minutemen,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
The Neon Judgement,
Accadde A,
EPMD,
the Slits,
Black Moon,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
D'Angelo,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.