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 Lithuania and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Talk Talk to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Clarke,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy Collins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Isaac Hayes,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
In Retrospect,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
Country Teasers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics,
Depeche Mode,
Mandrill,
Porter Ricks,
Bang On A Can,
Sandy B,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
Ituana,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smoke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
Subhumans,
Bobby Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.