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 Swaziland and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Pus to the disco 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Half Japanese,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moleskins,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
Barbara Tucker,
Sällskapet,
Jacques Brel,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall,
Aaron Thompson,
La Düsseldorf,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Sheep,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
Agitation Free,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rosa Yemen,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
Vainqueur,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yaz,
Fatback Band,
Crime,
Fugazi,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Golliwogs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
Jawbox,
Visage,
Mantronix,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol,
Wasted Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.