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 Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Interpol to the funk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Gong,
48th St. Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
Technova,
Section 25,
Prince Buster,
Duran Duran,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
Talk Talk,
Minutemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
Barbara Tucker,
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
Khruangbin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Pus,
Pylon,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Womack,
Tears for Fears,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris Corsano,
The Moleskins,
Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skaos,
Yazoo,
Nas,
Roy Ayers,
New Order,
Dave Gahan,
Masters at Work,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.