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 Belgium and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Marshall Jefferson to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxy Music,
Blake Baxter,
Agent Orange,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
JFA,
Deepchord,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
Guru Guru,
Scientists,
The Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Yusef Lateef,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
a-ha,
Adolescents,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hashim,
Talk Talk,
Dead Boys,
Joey Negro,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ituana,
Roger Hodgson,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
Ohio Players,
Bang On A Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
AZ,
Das Ding,
The Vogues,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Mills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jandek,
Ossler,
Minny Pops,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.