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 Samoa and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
Hot Snakes,
Brick,
Eve St. Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Ultra Naté,
the Soft Cell,
MC5,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-Ray Spex,
Bush Tetras,
Mo-Dettes,
The Golliwogs,
The Offenders,
Babytalk,
Unrelated Segments,
Aloha Tigers,
Thee Headcoats,
Donald Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Carl Craig,
Joe Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
Ice-T,
The Motions,
Lou Reed,
Accadde A,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
June of 44,
Wings,
ABC,
The Slits,
Symarip,
The Tremeloes,
Soul II Soul,
Agitation Free,
John Holt,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
Scratch Acid,
Franke,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Green,
Tim Buckley,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.