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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cybotron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
Fear,
Stereo Dub,
Donald Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June Days,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore,
Peter and Kerry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funkadelic,
Moebius,
Lindisfarne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Graham Central Station,
Albert Ayler,
Don Cherry,
Terry Callier,
The Toasters,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Standells,
Radiohead,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dorothy Ashby,
These Immortal Souls,
John Foxx,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
The Sound,
The Residents,
The Pretty Things,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
Young Marble Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Ken Boothe,
the Slits,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.