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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Suburban Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
Darondo,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
Gong,
Eric Dolphy,
New Age Steppers,
The Buckinghams,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
Judy Mowatt,
LL Cool J,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
The Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Average White Band,
The Misunderstood,
the Swans,
Vainqueur,
Organ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Sonics,
Intrusion,
The Moody Blues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
Laurel Aitken,
Banda Bassotti,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
Sixth Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
Bang On A Can,
K-Klass,
Excepter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Graham Central Station,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sight & Sound,
ABC,
Motorama,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.