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 Guyana and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Bush Tetras to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joyce Sims,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare,
Hardrive,
Cymande,
The Moody Blues,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
Groovy Waters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Connie Case,
Y Pants,
The Barracudas,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Style,
Rapeman,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül II,
Bang On A Can,
The Offenders,
Lungfish,
Simply Red,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moby Grape,
JFA,
Delta 5,
The Music Machine,
The Mummies,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gories,
Nation of Ulysses,
E-Dancer,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
the Germs,
Unwound,
Fat Boys,
David Axelrod,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.