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 Jordan and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Metal Thangz to the punk 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
Wally Richardson,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hot Snakes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kaleidoscope,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rekid,
K-Klass,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
Newcleus,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
Darondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Lower 48,
Spandau Ballet,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
The Durutti Column,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
Theoretical Girls,
The Golliwogs,
The Monochrome Set,
Wings,
The Red Krayola,
Minnie Riperton,
Fugazi,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacob Miller,
The Seeds,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
The Trojans,
Sam Rivers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.