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 Ecuador and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 The Beau Brummels to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Barrington Levy,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-101,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonic Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
Whodini,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fugs,
Thompson Twins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Intrusion,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalann,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
Nirvana,
The Searchers,
Agitation Free,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aloha Tigers,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Magazine,
Ken Boothe,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.