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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 The Red Krayola to the rock 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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Nas,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Subhumans,
Supertramp,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed,
Saccharine Trust,
Organ,
Crash Course in Science,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacques Brel,
Kas Product,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Standells,
The Fortunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barry Ungar,
Marine Girls,
Outsiders,
Vladislav Delay,
Mo-Dettes,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Hill,
Arab on Radar,
Heaven 17,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wire,
Magma,
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
The Blues Magoos,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
Au Pairs,
Eve St. Jones,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.