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 Bolivia and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Mark Hollis to the grunge 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
kango's stein massive,
Joy Division,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
Harry Pussy,
Chrome,
Scrapy,
Cameo,
Hoover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
In Retrospect,
John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
Leonard Cohen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
UT,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Accadde A,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pretty Things,
Outsiders,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultravox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Susan Cadogan,
Easy Going,
Boredoms,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlback,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha,
The Wake,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.