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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Flesh Eaters to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moby Grape,
Oblivians,
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jawbox,
Davy DMX,
Patti Smith,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse,
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hardrive,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
LL Cool J,
The Moleskins,
Smog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
the Bar-Kays,
The Associates,
Radio Birdman,
The Invisible,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
Magazine,
Eric Copeland,
Suburban Knight,
Lyres,
PIL,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Goldenarms,
Lucky Dragons,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5,
Radiohead,
Funkadelic,
Eddi Front,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxy Music,
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free,
Television,
The Star Department,
Thompson Twins,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.