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 Iran and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Rekid,
Boredoms,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camberwell Now,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minor Threat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
EPMD,
Roxette,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacob Miller,
Maurizio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
Joey Negro,
Jerry's Kids,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deadbeat,
Cecil Taylor,
Ludus,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Sneak,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liliput,
Gerry Rafferty,
Althea and Donna,
Sight & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang On A Can,
New Order,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
Goldenarms,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
Kenny Larkin,
A Certain Ratio,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.