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 Dominica and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Little Man,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Almond,
Anakelly,
AZ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Jerry's Kids,
Yaz,
Kenny Larkin,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie,
Schoolly D,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
Popol Vuh,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warren Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Half Japanese,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magma,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kas Product,
The Music Machine,
The Cramps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
Nas,
Moebius,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fugazi,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
Janne Schatter,
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
Moby Grape,
Josef K,
These Immortal Souls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.