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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Adolescents to the punk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
OOIOO,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
Pere Ubu,
Heaven 17,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra,
The Cure,
Audionom,
The Red Krayola,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Talk Talk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delta 5,
Cymande,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
Cluster,
The Buckinghams,
Easy Going,
Dave Gahan,
The Pop Group,
PIL,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
Popol Vuh,
Wings,
Severed Heads,
K-Klass,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Evens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
The Velvet Underground,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
Saccharine Trust,
Barry Ungar,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.