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 Iceland and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Minutemen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
Franke,
Sound Behaviour,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun City Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Harmonia,
Todd Rundgren,
The Remains,
Iggy Pop,
Mantronix,
Alphaville,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
Ornette Coleman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gladiators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rod Modell,
Grey Daturas,
Lyres,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
Godley & Creme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lower 48,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
Second Layer,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
DJ Style,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
Joey Negro,
The Techniques,
Lucky Dragons,
MDC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Copeland,
T.S.O.L.,
Angry Samoans,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
Freddie Wadling,
Nas,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.