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 Sudan 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
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 clarinet 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
Aural Exciters,
Brass Construction,
Hoover,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
The Sonics,
Ronan,
Dennis Brown,
Flash Fearless,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Offenders,
Junior Murvin,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Mills,
The Busters,
The J.B.'s,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacob Miller,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Barracudas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
David McCallum,
Suicide,
DJ Sneak,
Black Flag,
Freddie Wadling,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
Laurel Aitken,
X-102,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
Rekid,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Red Krayola,
Wasted Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q65,
Grauzone,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.