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 Palau and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Clear Light to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
Mandrill,
Freddie Wadling,
World's Most,
Malaria!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Young Marble Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faraquet,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
The Offenders,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fela Kuti,
K-Klass,
Brick,
Ohio Players,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Association,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
Dark Day,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Icehouse,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pretty Things,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Wells,
Maurizio,
The New Christs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
Erasure,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.