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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Pet Shop Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Toasters,
Black Flag,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
Little Man,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
Groovy Waters,
Nas,
Technova,
A Certain Ratio,
Ten City,
Sparks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James White and The Blacks,
Connie Case,
Johnny Clarke,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Essential Logic,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
The Real Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantytec,
10cc,
June Days,
Kenny Larkin,
David McCallum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cybotron,
Royal Trux,
The Move,
The Blues Magoos,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
K-Klass,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rekid,
Pussy Galore,
Negative Approach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marine Girls,
Pulsallama,
Rites of Spring,
The Names,
Subhumans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.