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 Peru and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Piero Umiliani to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ice-T,
Marine Girls,
Lower 48,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
Cal Tjader,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
The Pretty Things,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
Model 500,
Second Layer,
MDC,
The Five Americans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swell Maps,
Skarface,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
The Wake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moss Icon,
Chris Corsano,
Ronan,
48th St. Collective,
Deepchord,
Roxette,
Duran Duran,
Brothers Johnson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
The Tremeloes,
OOIOO,
Bootsy Collins,
Sister Nancy,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Erasure,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ken Boothe,
Lungfish,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Association,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swans,
Sight & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.