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 Iran and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the funk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls 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?
Pantaleimon,
The Gap Band,
Black Sheep,
Alison Limerick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Halsall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronan,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Brothers Johnson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
48th St. Collective,
Harmonia,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Grauzone,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova,
Rod Modell,
Half Japanese,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
The Standells,
Camouflage,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
OOIOO,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
Radiohead,
10cc,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
Parry Music,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Vogues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
Q65,
The Leaves,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.