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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Joe Smooth to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
Anakelly,
Terry Callier,
Ohio Players,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Sandy B,
Roxy Music,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
Al Stewart,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Interpol,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
Unrelated Segments,
Arthur Verocai,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Newcleus,
Lalann,
Cameo,
Rakim,
Ituana,
Masters at Work,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
The Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moleskins,
Can,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
Supertramp,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
Moebius,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare,
Barrington Levy,
Magazine,
Clear Light,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.