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 Laos and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
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 linndrum 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 Juan Atkins to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Sällskapet,
Bluetip,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
Drexciya,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
D'Angelo,
Franke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Near,
Royal Trux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
Scion,
Cameo,
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
Underground Resistance,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
The Invisible,
Unwound,
Make Up,
Blossom Toes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lightning Bolt,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
Maleditus Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
Sixth Finger,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang of Four,
Tubeway Army,
The Walker Brothers,
Crime,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.