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 New Zealand and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Archie Shepp to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Absolute Body Control,
Lightning Bolt,
Al Stewart,
Section 25,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cluster,
Camouflage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
Derrick Morgan,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
UT,
Country Teasers,
Pere Ubu,
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
Franke,
Spoonie Gee,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
Minor Threat,
Kaleidoscope,
Thompson Twins,
Underground Resistance,
The Beau Brummels,
Malaria!,
JFA,
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front,
Terrestrial Tones,
Silicon Teens,
Young Marble Giants,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wolf Eyes,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.