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 Botswana and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Theoretical Girls to the rap 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
Hashim,
The Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Unrelated Segments,
Urselle,
The Selecter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slave,
The Leaves,
The Toasters,
Peter & Gordon,
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Bauhaus,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultra Naté,
Camouflage,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vainqueur,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
Donny Hathaway,
the Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Clear Light,
Ituana,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fall,
Loose Ends,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suburban Knight,
Mad Mike,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chrome,
June of 44,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.