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 Suriname and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Grauzone to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Brand Nubian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mojo Men,
LL Cool J,
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
The Pretty Things,
the Association,
Funkadelic,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Soft Machine,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Laurel Aitken,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
Crash Course in Science,
Gabor Szabo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minor Threat,
The Blackbyrds,
Aswad,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Easy Going,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacob Miller,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.