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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jacob Miller to the funk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
a-ha,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jawbox,
Sällskapet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Slick Rick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scan 7,
T.S.O.L.,
Idris Muhammad,
The Star Department,
The Stooges,
Pole,
Quantec,
The Fugs,
June of 44,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
Cluster,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
Interpol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Motions,
Quando Quango,
Faust,
Arthur Verocai,
The Young Rascals,
Second Layer,
KRS-One,
Country Teasers,
AZ,
H. Thieme,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
Sandy B,
The Mummies,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Wyatt,
Tres Demented,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Toni Rubio,
The Toasters,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.