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 Belgium and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eurythmics to the crunk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
Magma,
Warren Ellis,
Oblivians,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
CMW,
Derrick May,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
The Residents,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
John Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxette,
Robert Hood,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerri Chandler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
ABC,
Radio Birdman,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
The Mojo Men,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nik Kershaw,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
Fela Kuti,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül II,
Can,
Black Bananas,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.