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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Agitation Free 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Mr. Review,
Sex Pistols,
PIL,
Joensuu 1685,
Radio Birdman,
Donald Byrd,
Minutemen,
Infiniti,
Negative Approach,
Anthony Braxton,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
Boredoms,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
Metal Thangz,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magazine,
Derrick May,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
Urselle,
EPMD,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Five Americans,
10cc,
Qualms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gladiators,
Idris Muhammad,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Massinfluence,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fela Kuti,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deakin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.