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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Qualms to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Deepchord,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Howard Jones,
Ludus,
Sex Pistols,
John Foxx,
Procol Harum,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells,
Symarip,
Clear Light,
The Smoke,
Cymande,
Gichy Dan,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxette,
Joyce Sims,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
48th St. Collective,
a-ha,
Terry Callier,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Junior Murvin,
The Misunderstood,
Average White Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
The Red Krayola,
The Beau Brummels,
Reagan Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.