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 Romania and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sugar Minott to the rap 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Misunderstood,
In Retrospect,
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
Suburban Knight,
Crime,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skriet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quadrant,
Lindisfarne,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Flag,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
Slave,
Circle Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Godley & Creme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
The Star Department,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Procol Harum,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
Metal Thangz,
June of 44,
The Dirtbombs,
Mr. Review,
Liliput,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
Morten Harket,
PIL,
DJ Sneak,
Television,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.