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 Latvia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nik Kershaw to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minny Pops,
Kayak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fire Engines,
Scion,
Darondo,
Surgeon,
Popol Vuh,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scientists,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
The Residents,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow,
Ten City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slits,
Wire,
Robert Hood,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade,
Fugazi,
Laurel Aitken,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
The Seeds,
The Trojans,
The Standells,
Agent Orange,
Guru Guru,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Circle Jerks,
Alphaville,
The Monochrome Set,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
Lucky Dragons,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.