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 Croatia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minor Threat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Lungfish,
Outsiders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
Davy DMX,
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
Chrome,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Litter,
John Coltrane,
New Order,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
Joey Negro,
Supertramp,
Slave,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deakin,
Ituana,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amazonics,
Hot Snakes,
Laurel Aitken,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul II Soul,
Nation of Ulysses,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.