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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 A Certain Ratio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Quadrant,
The Toasters,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
T.S.O.L.,
Ponytail,
Rapeman,
The Move,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
Barbara Tucker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Teasers,
Crime,
Ice-T,
Technova,
Fluxion,
X-101,
Lyres,
Wings,
the Normal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
The J.B.'s,
Al Stewart,
The Five Americans,
Agitation Free,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Bowie,
Zapp,
Stetsasonic,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Supertramp,
Smog,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Young Rascals,
Dual Sessions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
The Gories,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
UT,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skriet,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.