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 St Lucia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-101,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685,
Intrusion,
June of 44,
Fatback Band,
Scrapy,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
Black Sheep,
Joey Negro,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scratch Acid,
Babytalk,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
Albert Ayler,
Magma,
Pylon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Move,
Sixth Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
The Cramps,
Main Source,
The Wake,
Archie Shepp,
Jacques Brel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doobie Brothers,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
The Smoke,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Moon,
48th St. Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.