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 Peru and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Martian to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Fatback Band,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
Average White Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
Tubeway Army,
The Smoke,
The Five Americans,
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faraquet,
Ronan,
Cal Tjader,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Teasers,
Graham Central Station,
Monolake,
The Dirtbombs,
Amazonics,
Japan,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets,
Brass Construction,
Althea and Donna,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
One Last Wish,
Charles Mingus,
Sparks,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
a-ha,
Rapeman,
Scratch Acid,
The Gladiators,
Can,
The Cowsills,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.