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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 MC5 to the disco 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Womack,
the Germs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Hot Snakes,
Ornette Coleman,
Sight & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
One Last Wish,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker,
cv313,
Steve Hackett,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eden Ahbez,
The Residents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül,
Surgeon,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
Stereo Dub,
Gang of Four,
Barclay James Harvest,
Groovy Waters,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad,
The Names,
E-Dancer,
Derrick May,
Roxy Music,
Tom Boy,
X-102,
Oblivians,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.