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 Liberia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Todd Terry,
Lou Christie,
Scratch Acid,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Human League,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Cameo,
Ossler,
Half Japanese,
Jacob Miller,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Theoretical Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Womack,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
Lyres,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aswad,
Hashim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
Duran Duran,
Arab on Radar,
Television Personalities,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul,
The Evens,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
Dawn Penn,
10cc,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.