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 Tanzania and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
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 harpsichord 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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Slits,
Nico,
Buzzcocks,
Tom Boy,
Model 500,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
Joey Negro,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
Dawn Penn,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
UT,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
D'Angelo,
Mark Hollis,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
World's Most,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nirvana,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Sonics,
Henry Cow,
The Offenders,
Hoover,
Dual Sessions,
Davy DMX,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
Zero Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
The Victims,
Skarface,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.