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 Bangladesh and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
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 harpsichord 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 Tres Demented to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
Cal Tjader,
The Cowsills,
Adolescents,
R.M.O.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Thee Headcoats,
Khruangbin,
FM Einheit,
Scientists,
Shoche,
Johnny Osbourne,
Intrusion,
Funkadelic,
kango's stein massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
Roxette,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
Buzzcocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
The Selecter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Axelrod,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
Infiniti,
Radiohead,
Cheater Slicks,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
Darondo,
Underground Resistance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra,
The Monochrome Set,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Don Cherry,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.