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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Deakin to the crunk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
Popol Vuh,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sällskapet,
Crash Course in Science,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
KRS-One,
JFA,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
The Birthday Party,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
Vladislav Delay,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Charles Mingus,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harry Pussy,
The Invisible,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erasure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Gabor Szabo,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rotary Connection,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.