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 South Africa and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonny Sharrock to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Guru Guru,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
Black Pus,
The Offenders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ten City,
Infiniti,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
Magma,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
Wolf Eyes,
Heaven 17,
Laurel Aitken,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blancmange,
Faust,
Section 25,
The Searchers,
Leonard Cohen,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
Bluetip,
Thee Headcoats,
Suburban Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Ludus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme,
Television,
Joe Finger,
Index,
David McCallum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sound,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Copeland,
Stiv Bators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.