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 Ghana and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a snare 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Kinks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Fania All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
Section 25,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
Erykah Badu,
The Martian,
a-ha,
The Dead C,
Yusef Lateef,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slackers,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ossler,
Bauhaus,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
The Selecter,
This Heat,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
Newcleus,
The Smoke,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.