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 Germany and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yellowson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Audionom,
The Fall,
the Germs,
The Busters,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Green,
cv313,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
The Cramps,
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Lydon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Monolake,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
The Saints,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
Delta 5,
Hasil Adkins,
Schoolly D,
F. McDonald,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
Oneida,
John Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Babytalk,
Altered Images,
Drive Like Jehu,
Iggy Pop,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.