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 Luxembourg and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 The Stooges to the jazz 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Mo-Dettes,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
Angry Samoans,
Jacob Miller,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris Corsano,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
Bush Tetras,
Janne Schatter,
Young Marble Giants,
The Offenders,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Neon Judgement,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
The Real Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Cameo,
Qualms,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
Niagra,
June Days,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Whodini,
Fluxion,
Soul II Soul,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Das Ding,
Jawbox,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.