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 Egypt and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grey Daturas to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monolake,
Erasure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Simply Red,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Circle Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Davy DMX,
Loose Ends,
Mission of Burma,
Eli Mardock,
The Victims,
Lucky Dragons,
Nirvana,
Archie Shepp,
Alice Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül II,
UT,
Essential Logic,
David McCallum,
Grauzone,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
Stereo Dub,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heaven 17,
Slave,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
The Mummies,
Chrome,
The Gladiators,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed,
Second Layer,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
Goldenarms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
Zapp,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.