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 Sudan and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rock 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Los Fastidios,
Joey Negro,
the Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
Gong,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eurythmics,
Negative Approach,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed,
The Count Five,
New Order,
Dawn Penn,
Sam Rivers,
Minnie Riperton,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
the Bar-Kays,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brand Nubian,
Maurizio,
Quantec,
Quando Quango,
Icehouse,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
The Happenings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oneida,
John Lydon,
The Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Judy Mowatt,
The Kinks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Foxx,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
The Stooges,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lower 48,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.