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 Monaco and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Hoover,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
Rod Modell,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
Nico,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
L. Decosne,
Godley & Creme,
KRS-One,
Don Cherry,
Gong,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Standells,
Cybotron,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
Wolf Eyes,
June of 44,
The Fall,
Erasure,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
U.S. Maple,
This Heat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Franke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Motions,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacob Miller,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Newcleus,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.