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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The Cowsills to the crunk 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
Boz Scaggs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
F. McDonald,
John Foxx,
Morten Harket,
Qualms,
Tres Demented,
Faust,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
Youth Brigade,
Interpol,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Hashim,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
Barrington Levy,
Essential Logic,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Malaria!,
Bobby Sherman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
The Human League,
The Cramps,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.