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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Zapp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiohead,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wings,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jawbox,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
Lakeside,
Ultra Naté,
Warren Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Sex Pistols,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Star Department,
Eli Mardock,
the Slits,
Moebius,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
Intrusion,
ABBA,
Vladislav Delay,
New Order,
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Wells,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hoover,
a-ha,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
Toni Rubio,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.