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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Scan 7 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harry Pussy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
Das Ding,
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
Rekid,
Ultravox,
MDC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
Gabor Szabo,
The Black Dice,
Gastr Del Sol,
Godley & Creme,
The Fuzztones,
The Star Department,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Simply Red,
The Trojans,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Halsall,
Aswad,
The Durutti Column,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men,
a-ha,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.