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 Monaco and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 David Axelrod to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Slave,
Mission of Burma,
The Misunderstood,
Scrapy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Judy Mowatt,
Archie Shepp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Dark Day,
Danielle Patucci,
June of 44,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
Scientists,
T. Rex,
Zapp,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
Sister Nancy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scion,
Technova,
B.T. Express,
Suburban Knight,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers,
The Young Rascals,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Velvet Underground,
The Durutti Column,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suicide,
The Cowsills,
In Retrospect,
The Cramps,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.