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 Italy and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Gang of Four to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Flag,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
The Gun Club,
Siglo XX,
PIL,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cramps,
Depeche Mode,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
Nirvana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Hood,
Moby Grape,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
Man Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Skriet,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Darondo,
The Saints,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
The Buckinghams,
Japan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Remains,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oblivians,
Grey Daturas,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Sheep,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terry Callier,
Yazoo,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Sneak,
Mission of Burma,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.