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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
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 guitar 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 Skaos to the rap 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Aloha Tigers,
Q65,
Roy Ayers,
Subhumans,
D'Angelo,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
Skaos,
Scratch Acid,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
Kas Product,
Trumans Water,
Deakin,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
Lungfish,
The Last Poets,
Echospace,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
The Trojans,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
Spandau Ballet,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
In Retrospect,
China Crisis,
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Loose Ends,
X-102,
Althea and Donna,
Brand Nubian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pylon,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
Black Pus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.