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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lalann to the jazz 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II,
Cecil Taylor,
Cymande,
The Selecter,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
Sight & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Intrusion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radio Birdman,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman,
Eddi Front,
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
Bluetip,
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Drexciya,
Chris & Cosey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Deadbeat,
Todd Rundgren,
Japan,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül,
Technova,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L.,
The Searchers,
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
AZ,
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.