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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 LL Cool J to the dance 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q65,
The Misunderstood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
Deakin,
The Saints,
Essential Logic,
Half Japanese,
Gang of Four,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
John Foxx,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
Symarip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
The Kinks,
The United States of America,
New Order,
the Normal,
Smog,
Avey Tare,
The Last Poets,
Warsaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eve St. Jones,
The Five Americans,
Inner City,
Tommy Roe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Supertramp,
Moby Grape,
Von Mondo,
The Fugs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
Barry Ungar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
Arthur Verocai,
Joensuu 1685,
Section 25,
Zero Boys,
Rekid,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.