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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Rotary Connection to the techno 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
JFA,
Connie Case,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
The Fortunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
Bronski Beat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Vogues,
Main Source,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Last Poets,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
Agent Orange,
The Durutti Column,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks,
Eric Dolphy,
Nico,
Country Teasers,
Jawbox,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül,
Chris Corsano,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
Swans,
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
Supertramp,
Negative Approach,
Scan 7,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.