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 Slovenia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Accadde A to the crunk 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
AZ,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerri Chandler,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
Monolake,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Accadde A,
Goldenarms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
the Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
Pole,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Tears for Fears,
Masters at Work,
Tres Demented,
Gong,
The Birthday Party,
Alison Limerick,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Toasters,
Marmalade,
Scan 7,
Fluxion,
Pantaleimon,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.