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 Australia and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
PIL,
Television,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Ken Boothe,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fugs,
Intrusion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boredoms,
Chrome,
Tim Buckley,
Minny Pops,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nils Olav,
Marc Almond,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yaz,
Goldenarms,
Aural Exciters,
Lindisfarne,
Second Layer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Whodini,
Severed Heads,
Robert Hood,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Silicon Teens,
The Vogues,
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
Sixth Finger,
Blancmange,
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Parry Music,
JFA,
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh,
Khruangbin,
Ronan,
Outsiders,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.