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 Portland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 E-Dancer to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Boredoms,
Altered Images,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
L. Decosne,
Wasted Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
Bluetip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
Sugar Minott,
The Doors,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
The Wake,
UT,
Siglo XX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terry Callier,
Ultra Naté,
Severed Heads,
48th St. Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gong,
Crash Course in Science,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
Patti Smith,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxy Music,
Chris Corsano,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
D'Angelo,
The Divine Comedy,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
Mr. Review,
the Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.