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 Namibia 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Man Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
Main Source,
Cluster,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick May,
Tim Buckley,
Flash Fearless,
Darondo,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Scion,
Index,
FM Einheit,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aural Exciters,
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
Judy Mowatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Residents,
Archie Shepp,
Black Flag,
Simply Red,
Gabor Szabo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Terry Callier,
The American Breed,
the Sonics,
The Offenders,
Q65,
Banda Bassotti,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
Jawbox,
Crash Course in Science,
Glenn Branca,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lee Hazlewood,
Interpol,
Stetsasonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.