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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Pantytec to the grunge 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Names,
The Neon Judgement,
Cluster,
Pylon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
The Standells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
Technova,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Buzzcocks,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Wells,
Flash Fearless,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Intrusion,
Main Source,
F. McDonald,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visage,
The Residents,
Roxy Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Khruangbin,
Sonic Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Marmalade,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders,
Oneida,
Henry Cow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
Pantaleimon,
Bush Tetras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.