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 the UAE and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crooked Eye,
Groovy Waters,
Q65,
Oblivians,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
The Motions,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
the Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scan 7,
Nils Olav,
Barrington Levy,
Nirvana,
Archie Shepp,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Buckinghams,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
The Move,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
The Real Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Seeds,
Supertramp,
K-Klass,
Robert Wyatt,
Cybotron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yellowson,
the Association,
Soulsonic Force,
cv313,
Boredoms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tres Demented,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sound Behaviour,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.