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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Doors to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Blake Baxter,
The Motions,
Section 25,
Bad Manners,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donny Hathaway,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
Moebius,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Make Up,
Rosa Yemen,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
Black Pus,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
the Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Halsall,
Vladislav Delay,
Technova,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris & Cosey,
F. McDonald,
Black Bananas,
Slick Rick,
Rapeman,
Black Flag,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doors,
Mission of Burma,
Cal Tjader,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.