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 Morocco and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Babytalk to the rock 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
Infiniti,
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Green,
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
Wire,
Audionom,
Negative Approach,
Bang On A Can,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
The Real Kids,
David Bowie,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Easy Going,
Outsiders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
Q65,
Fad Gadget,
Sugar Minott,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
David McCallum,
Deakin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
Jandek,
Simply Red,
The Kinks,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crooked Eye,
Stereo Dub,
Pantytec,
The Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Lungfish,
Grauzone,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pere Ubu,
Surgeon,
Darondo,
Section 25,
Basic Channel,
the Human League,
Desert Stars,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.