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 Kuwait and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Amazonics to the punk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
MC5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Japan,
B.T. Express,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monochrome Set,
Buzzcocks,
Country Teasers,
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moleskins,
Goldenarms,
Warsaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Oneida,
Erykah Badu,
Smog,
Animal Collective,
Faust,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül II,
Leonard Cohen,
Kas Product,
Gang of Four,
The Gun Club,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
Liliput,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
R.M.O.,
Jawbox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
The Smiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gerry Rafferty,
AZ,
Skaos,
Bluetip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brand Nubian,
Suicide,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
Quantec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
Model 500,
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.