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 Switzerland and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Beau Brummels to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
Alice Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
Mr. Review,
Drexciya,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scan 7,
Supertramp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Seeds,
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
Pole,
Barry Ungar,
K-Klass,
Prince Buster,
Connie Case,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
The Fall,
Grauzone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice,
Negative Approach,
Mo-Dettes,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers,
Janne Schatter,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
Jandek,
Minor Threat,
DJ Style,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Selecter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Schoolly D,
Toni Rubio,
The Vogues,
Stiv Bators,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.