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 Serbia and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultravox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Yazoo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dead Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wings,
Mantronix,
The Black Dice,
Sight & Sound,
John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Laurel Aitken,
KRS-One,
Idris Muhammad,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
Negative Approach,
Sound Behaviour,
Lyres,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Teasers,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
Scrapy,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
Jacob Miller,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
The Zeros,
Johnny Clarke,
Loose Ends,
Rotary Connection,
Sällskapet,
Slick Rick,
Gong,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
Derrick Morgan,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
Marine Girls,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.