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 Jordan and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 L. Decosne to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys 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?
David McCallum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Hoover,
Howard Jones,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
The Martian,
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis,
Flash Fearless,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moss Icon,
Davy DMX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves,
L. Decosne,
A Certain Ratio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Average White Band,
DNA,
Slick Rick,
The Evens,
The Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Technova,
The Fuzztones,
Rekid,
Jandek,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
Von Mondo,
Negative Approach,
a-ha,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
Blancmange,
Y Pants,
Erykah Badu,
Ossler,
Magazine,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Wake,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
The Blues Magoos,
Visage,
Tom Boy,
The Mummies,
Audionom,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.