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 Antigua and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lucky Dragons to the techno 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nico,
The Vogues,
Bluetip,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Martian,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Althea and Donna,
Erykah Badu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lakeside,
The Fugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel,
a-ha,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
Flipper,
Ituana,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Graham Central Station,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bronski Beat,
Lucky Dragons,
Morten Harket,
Make Up,
Rapeman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Sparks,
Eden Ahbez,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
Fear,
Black Sheep,
David Bowie,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.