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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Amazonics to the grunge 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
U.S. Maple,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry's Kids,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sam Rivers,
La Düsseldorf,
Barbara Tucker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
Nick Fraelich,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The New Christs,
Loose Ends,
Blossom Toes,
Pantytec,
Lalann,
Babytalk,
Wolf Eyes,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
Joyce Sims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
Q65,
The Happenings,
The Standells,
CMW,
F. McDonald,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anakelly,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlback,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.