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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Adolescents 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
The Trojans,
Second Layer,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultra Naté,
Minnie Riperton,
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell,
ABBA,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
PIL,
The Skatalites,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
Television,
Kayak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
Symarip,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
Urselle,
Moss Icon,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
Gabor Szabo,
Khruangbin,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Scion,
The Invisible,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.