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 Qatar and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Moebius to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
H. Thieme,
Funkadelic,
Liliput,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Albert Ayler,
Silicon Teens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thee Headcoats,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
The Misunderstood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Bowie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
UT,
Dark Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Symarip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
Iggy Pop,
The Remains,
James Chance & The Contortions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ice-T,
Roger Hodgson,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris Corsano,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantytec,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
The Modern Lovers,
The Count Five,
MDC,
Tubeway Army,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
Eve St. Jones,
Marmalade,
Jerry's Kids,
the Normal,
The Star Department,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.