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 Chad and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Youth Brigade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
Swell Maps,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Trojans,
JFA,
Section 25,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Make Up,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
Grauzone,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Dolphy,
Marine Girls,
Intrusion,
Cluster,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
The Leaves,
the Association,
The Five Americans,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shuggie Otis,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wings,
Porter Ricks,
Minor Threat,
Mantronix,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faust,
The Fugs,
Franke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Idris Muhammad,
Sandy B,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.