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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spoonie Gee to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
John Lydon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
Bang On A Can,
Altered Images,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yusef Lateef,
F. McDonald,
Au Pairs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scientists,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül II,
Minutemen,
Soul II Soul,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
Cybotron,
a-ha,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tom Boy,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy Collins,
Gabor Szabo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Darondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Basic Channel,
The Smoke,
Reagan Youth,
Warsaw,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
The Offenders,
Howard Jones,
Fugazi,
the Sonics,
Zapp,
Television,
Byron Stingily,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rod Modell,
EPMD,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
John Foxx,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.