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 Thailand and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 Cluster to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
Schoolly D,
Juan Atkins,
Faust,
Boredoms,
Amazonics,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
PIL,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pole,
Gang Starr,
Mantronix,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thee Headcoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
Henry Cow,
Robert Görl,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
D'Angelo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q65,
Neil Young,
Janne Schatter,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Sheep,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.