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 Brunei and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Porter Ricks to the disco 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scratch Acid,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
Donny Hathaway,
Lower 48,
Schoolly D,
Dawn Penn,
Q and Not U,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo,
The Names,
Ludus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chrome,
The Sonics,
New York Dolls,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
Godley & Creme,
Minor Threat,
Technova,
Franke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Dolphy,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
The Count Five,
the Germs,
Eric Copeland,
The Raincoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gap Band,
Fatback Band,
Quantec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Whodini,
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.