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 Estonia and from New York.
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 Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Isaac Hayes to the funk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Leaves,
Stockholm Monsters,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Neu!,
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
Mantronix,
Negative Approach,
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
Steve Hackett,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
The Move,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lindisfarne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
The Fall,
Erykah Badu,
Stereo Dub,
Dawn Penn,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
Roxy Music,
Magazine,
Donny Hathaway,
Circle Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Kas Product,
John Holt,
Quantec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.