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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Technova to the techno 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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana 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?
ABC,
The Gories,
Ossler,
Niagra,
Darondo,
Ornette Coleman,
KRS-One,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
Iggy Pop,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dave Gahan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon,
Camberwell Now,
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party,
Parry Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Sam Rivers,
Television Personalities,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
10cc,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army,
The Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Qualms,
Bobby Sherman,
Pere Ubu,
Public Enemy,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
Infiniti,
The Velvet Underground,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Near,
Eric Copeland,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.