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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Martian to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Sex Pistols,
The Barracudas,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs,
The Real Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gories,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pulsallama,
LL Cool J,
Guru Guru,
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Groovy Waters,
Joey Negro,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
Charles Mingus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
Monolake,
Roger Hodgson,
Hardrive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Lynne,
The American Breed,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Underground Resistance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronnie Foster,
UT,
The Walker Brothers,
MDC,
Max Romeo,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Don Cherry,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.