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 Malawi and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Silicon Teens to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
JFA,
Sam Rivers,
ABBA,
The Slackers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moleskins,
EPMD,
Prince Buster,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Danielle Patucci,
Animal Collective,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Mills,
Alton Ellis,
The Count Five,
The Grass Roots,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crooked Eye,
Janne Schatter,
Sarah Menescal,
Silicon Teens,
Interpol,
World's Most,
Joy Division,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
Panda Bear,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
Ornette Coleman,
X-101,
Hasil Adkins,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
CMW,
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mojo Men,
Arcadia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
Ituana,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.