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 Switzerland and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
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 theremin 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 Little Man to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
Curtis Mayfield,
Davy DMX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Procol Harum,
Sight & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joensuu 1685,
Hot Snakes,
Bob Dylan,
Wings,
Ituana,
The United States of America,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Associates,
Absolute Body Control,
H. Thieme,
The Evens,
The Fugs,
DNA,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül II,
Lalann,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
Chrome,
Unrelated Segments,
Tropical Tobacco,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
Boredoms,
Grauzone,
Lakeside,
Whodini,
The Barracudas,
Agitation Free,
The Seeds,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.