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 Greece and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rap 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantytec,
Metal Thangz,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swans,
Zapp,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Fluxion,
Wire,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
Main Source,
Jandek,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
Urselle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
Wings,
Aaron Thompson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
The Skatalites,
Peter & Gordon,
the Slits,
Warsaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Cymande,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mr. Review,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds,
The Tremeloes,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
Eric B and Rakim,
Organ,
Severed Heads,
Technova,
Kerrie Biddell,
Whodini,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James White and The Blacks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.