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 Jamaica and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Guru Guru to the funk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Piero Umiliani,
Iggy Pop,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Stereo Dub,
Ten City,
Audionom,
The Angels of Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rakim,
Little Man,
Soul Sonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
China Crisis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shuggie Otis,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
Niagra,
Bill Near,
Smog,
Q and Not U,
Dead Boys,
David Axelrod,
Girls At Our Best!,
New York Dolls,
Flipper,
Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
Masters at Work,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
The Birthday Party,
L. Decosne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fear,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Laurel Aitken,
JFA,
June of 44,
Bobby Sherman,
Erykah Badu,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.