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 Vietnam and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Eric Copeland to the electroclash 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Kaleidoscope,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gladiators,
Hardrive,
Aural Exciters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Evens,
Ponytail,
Yaz,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rapeman,
Stiv Bators,
Sex Pistols,
Scrapy,
Massinfluence,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
Wasted Youth,
Skriet,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
Nils Olav,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Henry Cow,
Leonard Cohen,
The Victims,
Popol Vuh,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth,
Procol Harum,
The Zeros,
Von Mondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez,
Basic Channel,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Eli Mardock,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
Nas,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.