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 Belarus and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Modern Lovers to the rock 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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delta 5,
The Residents,
The Black Dice,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glambeats Corp.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Moody Blues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Swans,
Hot Snakes,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
Make Up,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
The Five Americans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marshall Jefferson,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
David Axelrod,
The Detroit Cobras,
Massinfluence,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
Royal Trux,
Erykah Badu,
Television,
Minny Pops,
Black Moon,
The American Breed,
Anakelly,
Oneida,
Circle Jerks,
Flipper,
Symarip,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.