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 Tuvalu and from London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 The Barracudas to the rap 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
One Last Wish,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Sam Rivers,
Spoonie Gee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rekid,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Green,
Scientists,
Masters at Work,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
Skaos,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
China Crisis,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Womack,
The New Christs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Human League,
Flipper,
Shoche,
D'Angelo,
The Residents,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
Monks,
Barry Ungar,
The Monochrome Set,
Deadbeat,
Brick,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
Quando Quango,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure,
Sound Behaviour,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
48th St. Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Ponytail,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.