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 South Sudan and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Pulsallama to the grime 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sonics,
Deepchord,
the Association,
Clear Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
Surgeon,
Smog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Human League,
Joey Negro,
Fad Gadget,
The Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter & Gordon,
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
Cecil Taylor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
Tres Demented,
Essential Logic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
Pulsallama,
Soulsonic Force,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
Animal Collective,
Royal Trux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
Throbbing Gristle,
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood,
AZ,
Jacob Miller,
Excepter,
Flash Fearless,
Quantec,
Derrick May,
Althea and Donna,
Alison Limerick,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
UT,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Green,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
Young Marble Giants,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.