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 Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 KRS-One to the dance 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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crooked Eye,
Fela Kuti,
Max Romeo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
Eve St. Jones,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hardrive,
Glenn Branca,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
Swans,
Ohio Players,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Red Krayola,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Foxx,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle,
Duran Duran,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
Brand Nubian,
Bush Tetras,
Au Pairs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
the Association,
Kayak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grauzone,
Lindisfarne,
K-Klass,
Trumans Water,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nico,
Dawn Penn,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.