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 Comoros and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Joensuu 1685 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
Mars,
Radiohead,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Teasers,
Neu!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fugs,
Deepchord,
Anthony Braxton,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harmonia,
Sister Nancy,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacques Brel,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
E-Dancer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Organ,
Stiv Bators,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Finger,
Quantec,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Durutti Column,
Janne Schatter,
Mission of Burma,
The Walker Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Freddie Wadling,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.