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 Eritrea and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Khruangbin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
Peter and Kerry,
U.S. Maple,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
Model 500,
Public Enemy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
World's Most,
Magma,
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skarface,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
Ronan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anakelly,
Section 25,
Joensuu 1685,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
The Skatalites,
The Gap Band,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soulsonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Babytalk,
Eve St. Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
R.M.O.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.