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 Bahrain and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Scott Walker to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
the Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
Hashim,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gastr Del Sol,
Steve Hackett,
Janne Schatter,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Sherman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Christie,
Archie Shepp,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Dolphy,
Bad Manners,
Sight & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Minny Pops,
Yazoo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Faraquet,
Idris Muhammad,
Circle Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
The Happenings,
The Walker Brothers,
Sandy B,
Erykah Badu,
The Velvet Underground,
The Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fear,
Junior Murvin,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.