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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Y Pants to the jazz 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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Quadrant,
Tommy Roe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Basic Channel,
Dead Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick Morgan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Knickerbockers,
Deepchord,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tres Demented,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nico,
Tears for Fears,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
Mission of Burma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-Ray Spex,
Bronski Beat,
Harmonia,
Eden Ahbez,
Buzzcocks,
Arab on Radar,
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
The Monochrome Set,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television Personalities,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Outsiders,
The Cure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantytec,
Dark Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Style,
The Doors,
Oblivians,
Terry Callier,
Lou Christie,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.