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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Davy DMX to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Angry Samoans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Warren Ellis,
Josef K,
Sonny Sharrock,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slick Rick,
Ossler,
Jawbox,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rekid,
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
Eurythmics,
Minny Pops,
Ice-T,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
Tubeway Army,
Technova,
H. Thieme,
Nils Olav,
Boredoms,
Sister Nancy,
Barbara Tucker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
Darondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pagans,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Fraelich,
Sex Pistols,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.