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 Brazil and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kenny Larkin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
MC5,
Dave Gahan,
AZ,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
D'Angelo,
Oneida,
DNA,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smoke,
Josef K,
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Pylon,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
OOIOO,
The Blues Magoos,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
The Smiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
World's Most,
X-101,
Joe Finger,
Simply Red,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funky Four + One,
L. Decosne,
Soulsonic Force,
Minutemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light,
Dead Boys,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
PIL,
Average White Band,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.