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 Togo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
Terry Callier,
U.S. Maple,
Scratch Acid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül,
Gabor Szabo,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacob Miller,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
Eli Mardock,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Womack,
The Moody Blues,
CMW,
Television,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doors,
Tommy Roe,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
Peter and Kerry,
Boredoms,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Janne Schatter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiohead,
Soft Machine,
Make Up,
Sparks,
the Association,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.