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 Barbados and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Underground Resistance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Pylon,
Chrome,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minutemen,
Dual Sessions,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Lynne,
Scion,
Scott Walker,
Babytalk,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
Kenny Larkin,
LL Cool J,
Skaos,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nirvana,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
The Trojans,
Moss Icon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
The Invisible,
Gerry Rafferty,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
Janne Schatter,
Black Moon,
Joyce Sims,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick May,
The Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
Make Up,
Funky Four + One,
ABBA,
Vainqueur,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
FM Einheit,
Warsaw,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Junior Murvin,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.