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 Algeria and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Iggy Pop to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
the Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Young Rascals,
KRS-One,
EPMD,
The Motions,
DJ Style,
The American Breed,
Scientists,
Moebius,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Talk Talk,
Simply Red,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Grauzone,
Crime,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
Slick Rick,
Newcleus,
The Five Americans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slave,
Funky Four + One,
The Mummies,
Sugar Minott,
Vainqueur,
MC5,
Groovy Waters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tubeway Army,
Jimmy McGriff,
Los Fastidios,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deadbeat,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
Trumans Water,
Radio Birdman,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.