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 Palau and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
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 sitar 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 Arthur Verocai to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Colin Newman,
The Invisible,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vladislav Delay,
Lee Hazlewood,
Silicon Teens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
Vainqueur,
10cc,
The Smiths,
Urselle,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
Visage,
Anakelly,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Evens,
Hardrive,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rod Modell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sarah Menescal,
Sight & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skriet,
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
Q and Not U,
Qualms,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rufus Thomas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Young Marble Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Germs,
Aswad,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
Magazine,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Happenings,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.