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 Finland and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
Juan Atkins,
Excepter,
Bauhaus,
Trumans Water,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
Marcia Griffiths,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
Nico,
Fatback Band,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
Vladislav Delay,
Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Normal,
Masters at Work,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
Audionom,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
The Remains,
The Monks,
The Sound,
Mantronix,
Bootsy Collins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
Animal Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Eve St. Jones,
Rekid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
Altered Images,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.