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 New Zealand and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Mark Hollis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
L. Decosne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
B.T. Express,
Accadde A,
Crispian St. Peters,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
UT,
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fall,
EPMD,
Hardrive,
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
The Count Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
Leonard Cohen,
AZ,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül II,
Parry Music,
Radiohead,
Joy Division,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
Mars,
Rites of Spring,
Rapeman,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Motions,
Erykah Badu,
Cecil Taylor,
Reuben Wilson,
Zero Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
Pantytec,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.