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 Brunei and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scan 7 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
Lightning Bolt,
X-Ray Spex,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ituana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Hood,
Marine Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantaleimon,
Ossler,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
Moby Grape,
Sällskapet,
FM Einheit,
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
Camouflage,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
KRS-One,
MC5,
Cameo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
The Techniques,
Y Pants,
Bobby Womack,
Rites of Spring,
The Raincoats,
Radiohead,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
The Neon Judgement,
Lindisfarne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dirtbombs,
Rapeman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Spoonie Gee,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.