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 Pakistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Lille and Spokane.
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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Soft Machine to the rock 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
Alice Coltrane,
Nico,
Clear Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Desert Stars,
EPMD,
Grey Daturas,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neu!,
Mantronix,
the Human League,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
Todd Rundgren,
Toni Rubio,
Gabor Szabo,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
The Skatalites,
Joey Negro,
June Days,
Tears for Fears,
The Saints,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
Maurizio,
The Cramps,
Gang of Four,
The Mojo Men,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare,
Fluxion,
Radiohead,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
The Fall,
Johnny Osbourne,
kango's stein massive,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gun Club,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxy Music,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.