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 Costa Rica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Motions to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '80s.
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 Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
Stiv Bators,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
Drexciya,
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
Susan Cadogan,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dennis Brown,
Bush Tetras,
Youth Brigade,
Blake Baxter,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monochrome Set,
Mars,
Gang Green,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
Aural Exciters,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
Roxy Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Last Poets,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barry Ungar,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
Sällskapet,
KRS-One,
Hoover,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.