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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aaron Thompson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake,
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
Stetsasonic,
Moby Grape,
Half Japanese,
Aaron Thompson,
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
Niagra,
Rapeman,
Bootsy Collins,
June Days,
Pantytec,
ABC,
Youth Brigade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
Max Romeo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
Janne Schatter,
The Pop Group,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Knickerbockers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
JFA,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
The Blackbyrds,
John Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Funkadelic,
Nils Olav,
Arab on Radar,
Roxette,
John Cale,
Darondo,
Royal Trux,
Glenn Branca,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
Dead Boys,
Crime,
Davy DMX,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.