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 France and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 JFA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Jerry's Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
Nirvana,
Franke,
Blancmange,
DJ Sneak,
Godley & Creme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
Prince Buster,
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Simply Red,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre,
KRS-One,
Desert Stars,
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
Kurtis Blow,
The Kinks,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented,
Malaria!,
The Angels of Light,
The Last Poets,
The Motions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Invisible,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Associates,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Sherman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wings,
Anthony Braxton,
Blake Baxter,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
Babytalk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.