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 Serbia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Selecter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Gang of Four,
Qualms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott Heron,
EPMD,
The Slackers,
Talk Talk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Franke,
Schoolly D,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U,
10cc,
Stockholm Monsters,
Byron Stingily,
L. Decosne,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
Niagra,
Surgeon,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
Inner City,
The Standells,
Juan Atkins,
John Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minnie Riperton,
Rosa Yemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Severed Heads,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.