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 Syria and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Amon Düül II to the techno 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Durutti Column,
Cecil Taylor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
Anakelly,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
Morten Harket,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ponytail,
H. Thieme,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
a-ha,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
In Retrospect,
Sound Behaviour,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Leonard Cohen,
June of 44,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
LL Cool J,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Ultra Naté,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.