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 Brazil and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Excepter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
R.M.O.,
The Cramps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
Tim Buckley,
Ice-T,
Porter Ricks,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Red Krayola,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
48th St. Collective,
Pantaleimon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moby Grape,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Nirvana,
Jandek,
Sex Pistols,
Wings,
Procol Harum,
The Residents,
Freddie Wadling,
Danielle Patucci,
Tres Demented,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
Black Pus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Invisible,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
CMW,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cal Tjader,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lucky Dragons,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.