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 Cape Verde and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cameo to the disco 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
Stetsasonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Prince Buster,
Alice Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Names,
Essential Logic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
Wire,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
Malaria!,
Brick,
Underground Resistance,
Vainqueur,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
10cc,
Pantytec,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Al Stewart,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America,
Fear,
Inner City,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Ronan,
the Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reagan Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.