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 India and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Neu!,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
Anakelly,
The Young Rascals,
Interpol,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
Warsaw,
The Count Five,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Cheater Slicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Al Stewart,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brothers Johnson,
The Names,
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
The American Breed,
Man Parrish,
Average White Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Minutemen,
Dead Boys,
The Motions,
Half Japanese,
Altered Images,
Black Sheep,
Ice-T,
Blake Baxter,
Sparks,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
The Victims,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
The Modern Lovers,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Duran Duran,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.