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 Brunei and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Hill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
Ornette Coleman,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brass Construction,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
Throbbing Gristle,
Outsiders,
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
Josef K,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
Mo-Dettes,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultravox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Evens,
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gichy Dan,
Mad Mike,
Duran Duran,
Darondo,
Technova,
Kas Product,
Rotary Connection,
Glambeats Corp.,
Average White Band,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.