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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Carl Craig to the grime 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
Pagans,
Lou Christie,
The Knickerbockers,
John Cale,
Can,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sex Pistols,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül II,
Yusef Lateef,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
It's A Beautiful Day,
In Retrospect,
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
The Zeros,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
New Order,
Mad Mike,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Remains,
Hasil Adkins,
The New Christs,
Piero Umiliani,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
Ituana,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
Little Man,
Aural Exciters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Finger,
Delta 5,
Oneida,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
Clear Light,
Livin' Joy,
Gang of Four,
Main Source,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.