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 Latvia and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Moebius to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Radiohead,
Public Enemy,
Skarface,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
Fluxion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Associates,
Supertramp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
Boredoms,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kaleidoscope,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Move,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
The Toasters,
Half Japanese,
Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lakeside,
CMW,
The Dead C,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.