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 Turkey and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
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 linndrum 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the funk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
Lou Reed,
Deepchord,
Bill Near,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
Brand Nubian,
Nico,
Flash Fearless,
New York Dolls,
The Tremeloes,
Faust,
The Cure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
Swans,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dirtbombs,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
Das Ding,
Aloha Tigers,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-102,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
Fluxion,
Eden Ahbez,
The J.B.'s,
Delta 5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Sherman,
Moebius,
The Monks,
Loose Ends,
Japan,
The American Breed,
Minnie Riperton,
The Neon Judgement,
Oblivians,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Iggy Pop,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Martian,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.