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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 CMW to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano,
Henry Cow,
Simply Red,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deepchord,
The Remains,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masters at Work,
The New Christs,
the Association,
Bang On A Can,
Charles Mingus,
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter,
Sandy B,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans,
D'Angelo,
The Smoke,
Davy DMX,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bluetip,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
New York Dolls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Young Marble Giants,
Chrome,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
The Dead C,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
The Index,
Anakelly,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
Brick,
Infiniti,
Outsiders,
Peter & Gordon,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.