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 Serbia and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Names to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Josef K,
Oneida,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
DNA,
The Gories,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gong,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
Sam Rivers,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
Jacob Miller,
Pantaleimon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Black Dice,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus,
Unwound,
The Monks,
Sugar Minott,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
Magma,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
The Pretty Things,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Mills,
The Modern Lovers,
Au Pairs,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Spandau Ballet,
Rites of Spring,
Panda Bear,
Robert Hood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Surgeon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
June Days,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.