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 Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Remains to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Cybotron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Fraelich,
Silicon Teens,
The Angels of Light,
Adolescents,
Oneida,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neu!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Fela Kuti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pere Ubu,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxette,
Thee Headcoats,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Certain Ratio,
Monks,
the Human League,
The Techniques,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Pus,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana,
Susan Cadogan,
The Grass Roots,
Unrelated Segments,
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
Slave,
Trumans Water,
Underground Resistance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Inner City,
Blossom Toes,
Desert Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spoonie Gee,
Swell Maps,
Circle Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.