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 Comoros and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Agitation Free to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops,
Graham Central Station,
The Standells,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Cybotron,
Mantronix,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Slick Rick,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cluster,
Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese,
Agitation Free,
The Techniques,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
Crime,
Iggy Pop,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tommy Roe,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Golliwogs,
Zapp,
Young Marble Giants,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
Depeche Mode,
Lindisfarne,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
DNA,
the Germs,
Connie Case,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
Khruangbin,
The Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Animal Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.