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 Botswana and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 The Toasters to the crunk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed,
The Cure,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
Sam Rivers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Slits,
Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June of 44,
The Doors,
Marine Girls,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
Al Stewart,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Sneak,
Henry Cow,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
Carl Craig,
Q65,
Saccharine Trust,
John Foxx,
The Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius,
Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thee Headcoats,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
The Toasters,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.