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 Malaysia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 Mantronix to the punk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
The Motions,
Aural Exciters,
Yellowson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
Barbara Tucker,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
The Pop Group,
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
Young Marble Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
China Crisis,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
Fugazi,
Kas Product,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fad Gadget,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gichy Dan,
Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
Eddi Front,
Brothers Johnson,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Slits,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
Reagan Youth,
The Move,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
The Divine Comedy,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.