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 Belize and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 H. Thieme to the dance 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Motorama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stereo Dub,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gap Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants,
The Sound,
The Saints,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Visage,
Rod Modell,
The Young Rascals,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pierre Henry,
Minor Threat,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grauzone,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
The Birthday Party,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Boz Scaggs,
ABC,
Malaria!,
Funkadelic,
Das Ding,
Hoover,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
Shoche,
Young Marble Giants,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.