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 Singapore 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Lyres to the jazz 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
FM Einheit,
Fear,
Deakin,
This Heat,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review,
The Tremeloes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Names,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ponytail,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swans,
Marine Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
Wally Richardson,
The Residents,
Slick Rick,
Nils Olav,
F. McDonald,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
Steve Hackett,
Sparks,
Peter and Kerry,
Guru Guru,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
Suicide,
kango's stein massive,
48th St. Collective,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.