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 Niger and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 David McCallum to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eddi Front,
Oneida,
Bizarre Inc.,
F. McDonald,
Deakin,
Ludus,
Groovy Waters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Association,
Sandy B,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sound,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ossler,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
Au Pairs,
Alice Coltrane,
Main Source,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
Nils Olav,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Urselle,
Joey Negro,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
B.T. Express,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Rundgren,
Alton Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.