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 Belarus and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jandek to the rock 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA,
Wings,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Grey Daturas,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Silicon Teens,
Bronski Beat,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monks,
Alphaville,
A Certain Ratio,
Rotary Connection,
This Heat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joy Division,
Rod Modell,
The Invisible,
The Slits,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
Shoche,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
The Litter,
Scott Walker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cymande,
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül,
The Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.