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 Yemen and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 The Move to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
Visage,
Essential Logic,
Moebius,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Altered Images,
Matthew Halsall,
Tears for Fears,
E-Dancer,
Average White Band,
Gang Green,
The Skatalites,
La Düsseldorf,
Fear,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel,
Q65,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
Adolescents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Wings,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
Livin' Joy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heaven 17,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
Con Funk Shun,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Axelrod,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.