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 Kosovo and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Divine Comedy to the rap 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
Sandy B,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rotary Connection,
Yazoo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grauzone,
CMW,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Germs,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monochrome Set,
Kayak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wire,
The Victims,
The Modern Lovers,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
Chris Corsano,
Thee Headcoats,
Alison Limerick,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ice-T,
The Associates,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
Grey Daturas,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scientists,
Harmonia,
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.