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 Dominica and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bill Near to the jazz 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan 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?
Traffic Nightmare,
Fad Gadget,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
Ossler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
Organ,
Roxette,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
Rekid,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
Howard Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Kinks,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
Little Man,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
The Invisible,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index,
Cluster,
Aloha Tigers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Residents,
Simply Red,
Radiohead,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
Harry Pussy,
The Doors,
Y Pants,
John Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.