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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 The Leaves 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sister Nancy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Clarke,
X-101,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
The Move,
Josef K,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Bananas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Index,
Mission of Burma,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
Jandek,
EPMD,
Charles Mingus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Adolescents,
DJ Sneak,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
PIL,
Unwound,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.