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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
MDC,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angry Samoans,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
Jawbox,
Icehouse,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Morten Harket,
Negative Approach,
Cecil Taylor,
Susan Cadogan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Star Department,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mark Hollis,
The Dead C,
UT,
Pulsallama,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
Robert Wyatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Khruangbin,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
Q and Not U,
Peter & Gordon,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Surgeon,
Oblivians,
Schoolly D,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lyres,
Wolf Eyes,
Average White Band,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neu!,
The Victims,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.