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 Argentina 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Gang Gang Dance to the funk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn 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?
Amazonics,
Gang Green,
Oneida,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harmonia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
Organ,
Desert Stars,
Swans,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
Severed Heads,
the Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Fugazi,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doors,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
Erasure,
Black Bananas,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
Laurel Aitken,
John Holt,
Hashim,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
The Music Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
Y Pants,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neu!,
Main Source,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Swans,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul Sonic Force,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Theoretical Girls,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.