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 Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Ponytail to the punk 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Techniques,
Suicide,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Make Up,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Iggy Pop,
Organ,
This Heat,
Kayak,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Angels of Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
The Last Poets,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q65,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rapeman,
Young Marble Giants,
John Foxx,
The New Christs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
EPMD,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.