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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Pantytec to the jazz 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Country Teasers,
The Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
Idris Muhammad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Desert Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
OOIOO,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
New Order,
Kerrie Biddell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Symarip,
Al Stewart,
Radio Birdman,
China Crisis,
the Germs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
Scrapy,
Bill Wells,
Blake Baxter,
Davy DMX,
F. McDonald,
The Stooges,
Erasure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana,
B.T. Express,
Zapp,
Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.