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 Bahamas and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Technova to the grime 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Leonard Cohen,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
Michelle Simonal,
Second Layer,
LL Cool J,
Kas Product,
EPMD,
the Human League,
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments,
T. Rex,
Severed Heads,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rod Modell,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
The Names,
Swans,
Black Flag,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Smog,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
Rapeman,
Echospace,
The Fall,
The Black Dice,
Oneida,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liliput,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days,
Sarah Menescal,
New Order,
The Offenders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
The J.B.'s,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
Stiv Bators,
Glenn Branca,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.