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 Belize and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
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 organ 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 Magma to the jazz 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy 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?
Lyres,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
OOIOO,
JFA,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Tim Buckley,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Crime,
The Young Rascals,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Holt,
UT,
David McCallum,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Steve Hackett,
The Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Newcleus,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yellowson,
Scan 7,
Khruangbin,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
Suburban Knight,
Eddi Front,
Severed Heads,
Massinfluence,
The Alarm Clocks,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slackers,
June Days,
Agent Orange,
Black Pus,
Flipper,
Donny Hathaway,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.