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 Papua New Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Jeff Mills to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Rundgren,
Sparks,
The Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry's Kids,
Connie Case,
PIL,
Magma,
The Pop Group,
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
Anthony Braxton,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Magazine,
Eve St. Jones,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
The Last Poets,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marmalade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Holt,
Crash Course in Science,
DNA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The American Breed,
the Normal,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
Eric Copeland,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
Qualms,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.