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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Con Funk Shun 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pere Ubu,
The Slackers,
FM Einheit,
Can,
Television Personalities,
Pagans,
Faraquet,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
Swans,
Skaos,
Mission of Burma,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Outsiders,
June Days,
the Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
Minny Pops,
Nirvana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
The Saints,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tubeway Army,
Aural Exciters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Foxx,
The Fugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Cameo,
Aloha Tigers,
Subhumans,
Animal Collective,
Marmalade,
Morten Harket,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
Massinfluence,
Man Parrish,
Organ,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
Chrome,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.