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 Kiribati and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 David McCallum to the techno 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
The Count Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Los Fastidios,
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
Nico,
Shoche,
Underground Resistance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABC,
Morten Harket,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
Slick Rick,
T. Rex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Country Teasers,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eddi Front,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.