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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Letta Mbulu to the grunge 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Blancmange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pop Group,
ABBA,
Gang of Four,
Wasted Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
Robert Hood,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
Tomorrow,
Nico,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Lakeside,
Camberwell Now,
Alphaville,
John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Smog,
The Offenders,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
The New Christs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Franke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Bob Dylan,
OOIOO,
Slave,
Main Source,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Tommy Roe,
Al Stewart,
Dark Day,
Aswad,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reuben Wilson,
The Invisible,
Average White Band,
Outsiders,
Bluetip,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yellowson,
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
Index,
The Happenings,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.