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 Uzbekistan and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 ABBA to the dance 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
Pagans,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
Donald Byrd,
Nico,
Marc Almond,
The Alarm Clocks,
R.M.O.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Section 25,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fugs,
Little Man,
Lucky Dragons,
Lower 48,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ten City,
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television,
The Fortunes,
Model 500,
Underground Resistance,
The Litter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
Amazonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
The Fuzztones,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
Oneida,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
The Five Americans,
AZ,
EPMD,
Jacob Miller,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.