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 South Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Bobby Womack to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ossler,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Adolescents,
Excepter,
The Searchers,
The Seeds,
DJ Style,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shoche,
Quadrant,
Aural Exciters,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DNA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
Rekid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moss Icon,
Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
MC5,
Easy Going,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Section 25,
Mars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
Gong,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
D'Angelo,
The Neon Judgement,
Franke,
Radiohead,
Wire,
Reagan Youth,
Faust,
CMW,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
The Gun Club,
Nas,
Warren Ellis,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.