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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Adolescents,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Wings,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
Drexciya,
Yaz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Don Cherry,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
The Seeds,
Little Man,
MDC,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alton Ellis,
Symarip,
Scion,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Normal,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
B.T. Express,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
JFA,
Mantronix,
Schoolly D,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang On A Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.