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 Belize and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Patti Smith to the punk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
Public Enemy,
Rosa Yemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
Surgeon,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Accadde A,
Silicon Teens,
Average White Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
Mars,
Chrome,
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
Neu!,
Royal Trux,
The Young Rascals,
the Association,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wire,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lyres,
Monolake,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scan 7,
Stockholm Monsters,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minutemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Talk Talk,
Heaven 17,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Don Cherry,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.