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 Belarus and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funkadelic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül,
Glambeats Corp.,
Interpol,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
E-Dancer,
Isaac Hayes,
Scion,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
Joy Division,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Youth Brigade,
Ten City,
Main Source,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Rapeman,
Zapp,
the Swans,
cv313,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Excepter,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantaleimon,
Circle Jerks,
K-Klass,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Altered Images,
Yazoo,
Audionom,
the Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
The Golliwogs,
Buzzcocks,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.