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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Reagan Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Danielle Patucci,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
Jacob Miller,
Eden Ahbez,
The Saints,
Jacques Brel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Near,
K-Klass,
Urselle,
Livin' Joy,
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
Model 500,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
Steve Hackett,
Charles Mingus,
The Gladiators,
Joe Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
LL Cool J,
The Gories,
Severed Heads,
Yaz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Moon,
Yellowson,
Ohio Players,
Joey Negro,
Underground Resistance,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
Bill Wells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
B.T. Express,
Sparks,
Aswad,
The Durutti Column,
The Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
Niagra,
Average White Band,
Sandy B,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.