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 Sri Lanka and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 the Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
The Gories,
Moss Icon,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
Section 25,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
Wings,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Görl,
Soul II Soul,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Yusef Lateef,
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fad Gadget,
Black Moon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Motorama,
Saccharine Trust,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
Technova,
Y Pants,
Minor Threat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Model 500,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television,
Agent Orange,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
The Gladiators,
Graham Central Station,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fluxion,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.