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 Malta and from Portland.
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 Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Scion to the rap 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacques Brel,
Albert Ayler,
The Cramps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thompson Twins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
Judy Mowatt,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry,
Nico,
The Mummies,
Babytalk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alison Limerick,
Panda Bear,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
JFA,
Crime,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pretty Things,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
Brick,
Slave,
Ponytail,
Symarip,
Malaria!,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
the Bar-Kays,
Eve St. Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
Kenny Larkin,
The Music Machine,
Swell Maps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.