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 Fiji and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Loose Ends,
Fat Boys,
Boredoms,
the Slits,
Marc Almond,
Lalann,
The Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Urselle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marvin Gaye,
Carl Craig,
Second Layer,
The Remains,
Talk Talk,
The Slackers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
The Evens,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
Siglo XX,
Shoche,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
Delta 5,
Scrapy,
Kool Moe Dee,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Interpol,
Organ,
Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Motions,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
Eurythmics,
Grauzone,
Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Juan Atkins,
Slave,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Techniques,
Funkadelic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Animal Collective,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dead Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.