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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Tropical Tobacco to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Roxy Music,
Gang of Four,
Minutemen,
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rakim,
CMW,
Leonard Cohen,
Theoretical Girls,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mummies,
Mars,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Zeros,
Archie Shepp,
The Barracudas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
Lalann,
Thompson Twins,
The Smiths,
Maurizio,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Susan Cadogan,
Gabor Szabo,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
Quadrant,
Lakeside,
Scan 7,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
Godley & Creme,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Finger,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Technova,
Schoolly D,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
Television Personalities,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.