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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the electroclash 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hashim,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
Thompson Twins,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skarface,
The Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash,
Prince Buster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Germs,
The Walker Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alison Limerick,
Sound Behaviour,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
Half Japanese,
FM Einheit,
Fugazi,
Neu!,
Quadrant,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kayak,
Saccharine Trust,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
Infiniti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
Newcleus,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fortunes,
The Evens,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay,
Drexciya,
The Grass Roots,
The Neon Judgement,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Teasers,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.