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 Yemen and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Accadde A,
Delta 5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
CMW,
Model 500,
Cheater Slicks,
Suburban Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
Slick Rick,
Kenny Larkin,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
Funkadelic,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arcadia,
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
Crooked Eye,
K-Klass,
Swell Maps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
D'Angelo,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
AZ,
Sugar Minott,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
The Star Department,
Ronan,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.