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 Macedonia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 The Remains to the punk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Accadde A,
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Vogues,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Au Pairs,
Joensuu 1685,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
Moby Grape,
Bill Near,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon,
New York Dolls,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
Pagans,
Gang Starr,
Minny Pops,
Marmalade,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Searchers,
Spoonie Gee,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
the Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultravox,
DJ Style,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Jawbox,
Cymande,
Jerry's Kids,
Desert Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.