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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crash Course in Science to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Fear,
Michelle Simonal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
Joe Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Rundgren,
Mantronix,
David McCallum,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül,
Fela Kuti,
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
Infiniti,
Darondo,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monolake,
The Last Poets,
Junior Murvin,
The Angels of Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Underground Resistance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
Clear Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
Faust,
DNA,
The Velvet Underground,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
The Invisible,
Lindisfarne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits,
Monks,
Little Man,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.