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 Papua New Guinea 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 OOIOO 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Ken Boothe,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Prince Buster,
The Evens,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
The Wake,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
The Gladiators,
Crime,
Camouflage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Audionom,
CMW,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
Carl Craig,
ABBA,
A Certain Ratio,
48th St. Collective,
Sandy B,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
Altered Images,
Smog,
Marc Almond,
Eve St. Jones,
Shoche,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Techniques,
Alphaville,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alison Limerick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
B.T. Express,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scion,
The Mummies,
Letta Mbulu,
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.