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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Josef K to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
Arcadia,
DJ Sneak,
Shoche,
X-102,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Loose Ends,
The Busters,
Derrick May,
Franke,
Talk Talk,
Thompson Twins,
The Invisible,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlback,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
Gang of Four,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover,
the Association,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
Don Cherry,
Sam Rivers,
Tears for Fears,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
Suicide,
Flipper,
Jerry's Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Human League,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
Hashim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.