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 Guinea and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gerry Rafferty to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Toasters,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
Ronan,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Enemy,
Symarip,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Görl,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
Moss Icon,
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quantec,
the Germs,
China Crisis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Duran Duran,
Mo-Dettes,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins,
Pierre Henry,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
Khruangbin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Names,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young,
Danielle Patucci,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yaz,
Nils Olav,
The Invisible,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Dolphy,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.