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 Cape Verde and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Glenn Branca to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound,
David Bowie,
Tommy Roe,
Aswad,
Sun City Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
Audionom,
Oneida,
Goldenarms,
Flipper,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gladiators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
Fad Gadget,
Simply Red,
OOIOO,
Grey Daturas,
Mo-Dettes,
Pole,
Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
Lalann,
The Young Rascals,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter and Kerry,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television Personalities,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Excepter,
Drexciya,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Blancmange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.