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 Namibia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Guru Guru 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti,
Donny Hathaway,
Mark Hollis,
Neu!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
K-Klass,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
The Wake,
Minnie Riperton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sarah Menescal,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
Hardrive,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker,
In Retrospect,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
Erasure,
Bobby Byrd,
Cluster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Interpol,
Section 25,
Depeche Mode,
Godley & Creme,
Crash Course in Science,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
The Smoke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
Eurythmics,
The Move,
Vainqueur,
Soft Machine,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
Henry Cow,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.