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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
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 Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 John Foxx to the disco 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Near record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
cv313,
Accadde A,
Eden Ahbez,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Janne Schatter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
Kayak,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Dolphy,
China Crisis,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
The Cowsills,
The Fall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Divine Comedy,
Kaleidoscope,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
Hashim,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fortunes,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Busters,
The Last Poets,
June Days,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül,
Anthony Braxton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harmonia,
Joensuu 1685,
Ohio Players,
MC5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
Procol Harum,
Soft Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.