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 Nigeria and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Almond,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
Simply Red,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
The Slits,
Bauhaus,
The Standells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
John Holt,
David McCallum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Byrd,
Icehouse,
Dawn Penn,
Porter Ricks,
Al Stewart,
Subhumans,
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hashim,
Pussy Galore,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Happenings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
The Gladiators,
Ten City,
the Association,
Maleditus Sound,
Suicide,
Essential Logic,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
Laurel Aitken,
Parry Music,
Boredoms,
Bill Wells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Los Fastidios,
Nils Olav,
Wire,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.