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 Zimbabwe and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Alice Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Aaron Thompson,
The Busters,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
Scrapy,
The Motions,
Con Funk Shun,
The Walker Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABBA,
Warren Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter and Kerry,
The Human League,
The Buckinghams,
the Sonics,
John Lydon,
AZ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
Dead Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Morten Harket,
The Searchers,
Icehouse,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suicide,
Basic Channel,
Make Up,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
John Cale,
The Gun Club,
The Five Americans,
Radio Birdman,
Bang On A Can,
Neu!,
Joy Division,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
The Dead C,
Urselle,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.