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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Shoche to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Skarface,
Siglo XX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Popol Vuh,
Judy Mowatt,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slackers,
MDC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
OOIOO,
F. McDonald,
Soulsonic Force,
Fugazi,
Byron Stingily,
Harmonia,
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
The Durutti Column,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
Roxette,
The Five Americans,
Sällskapet,
E-Dancer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas,
The New Christs,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faust,
Al Stewart,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Simply Red,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
The Barracudas,
The Doors,
cv313,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.