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 the UAE and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Dice to the jazz 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
the Swans,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Red Krayola,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
Pulsallama,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stiv Bators,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül II,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Piero Umiliani,
Procol Harum,
Gang Starr,
Mantronix,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warsaw,
JFA,
Sight & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Quantec,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
The Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
John Foxx,
The Moleskins,
Wire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
X-101,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
Magma,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
Ten City,
Neil Young,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.