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 China and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Order to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siglo XX,
Lalann,
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Evens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
Roy Ayers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Newcleus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Normal,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
The Raincoats,
Roger Hodgson,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
Josef K,
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Green,
Mr. Review,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
Visage,
Ken Boothe,
Cecil Taylor,
Q65,
Moss Icon,
Stiv Bators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flash Fearless,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
Godley & Creme,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
Hashim,
MC5,
Andrew Hill,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.