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 China and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the disco 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth,
Pole,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
The Five Americans,
Bronski Beat,
Dennis Brown,
Stetsasonic,
The Last Poets,
Barclay James Harvest,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deakin,
The Pretty Things,
Lungfish,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amazonics,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
Peter & Gordon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
Talk Talk,
The Toasters,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
Negative Approach,
Zero Boys,
Babytalk,
Basic Channel,
The Evens,
The Smoke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.