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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Livin' Joy,
Second Layer,
Babytalk,
Black Flag,
The Mummies,
The Index,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
Bauhaus,
Mo-Dettes,
The Skatalites,
The Fugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Severed Heads,
Pharoah Sanders,
Albert Ayler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Ossler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Urselle,
Das Ding,
John Lydon,
The Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
Gregory Isaacs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins,
Bob Dylan,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hot Snakes,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nas,
Lakeside,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.