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 Ecuador and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
Flipper,
The Smoke,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Real Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
Blancmange,
Dual Sessions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
Minor Threat,
Lindisfarne,
One Last Wish,
The Black Dice,
Duran Duran,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
Bill Near,
Unwound,
Jawbox,
Pagans,
Malaria!,
The Doors,
Von Mondo,
Rapeman,
China Crisis,
June Days,
Intrusion,
Marvin Gaye,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
CMW,
The Zeros,
Angry Samoans,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Newcleus,
Cameo,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.