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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Mr. Review to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fuzztones,
ABC,
Wire,
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television,
Jesper Dahlback,
kango's stein massive,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
The Count Five,
The Evens,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
Chrome,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yazoo,
Bobby Womack,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronan,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
Erykah Badu,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visage,
Glenn Branca,
Hoover,
Scan 7,
Pussy Galore,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
John Lydon,
Minny Pops,
Derrick May,
Massinfluence,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Halsall,
Slave,
Lakeside,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.