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 Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Banda Bassotti to the punk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Harmonia,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
Brass Construction,
Mad Mike,
Crooked Eye,
Spandau Ballet,
Pagans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
K-Klass,
Tears for Fears,
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Black Dice,
Intrusion,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
Joensuu 1685,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Juan Atkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Normal,
Erasure,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Names,
The Offenders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
Icehouse,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABBA,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
The Standells,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Clarke,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.