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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Tubeway Army to the punk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lower 48,
Niagra,
the Germs,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Kayak,
Joy Division,
The Victims,
Whodini,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music,
Oneida,
David Bowie,
Alice Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
Kenny Larkin,
JFA,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
The Star Department,
Ten City,
B.T. Express,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Don Cherry,
Procol Harum,
Mo-Dettes,
Sam Rivers,
Soulsonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Q65,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
Amazonics,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
Los Fastidios,
Second Layer,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.