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 Togo 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Pantytec to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Essential Logic,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
Panda Bear,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mission of Burma,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Associates,
X-Ray Spex,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
E-Dancer,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Bar-Kays,
Sound Behaviour,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
cv313,
Blancmange,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Evens,
the Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy,
Goldenarms,
Skarface,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ludus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.