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 Cambodia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 China Crisis to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
Ossler,
Interpol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Outsiders,
10cc,
Sun City Girls,
Severed Heads,
Yusef Lateef,
Eli Mardock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
Jandek,
Rosa Yemen,
The Selecter,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
The Cowsills,
Simply Red,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Loose Ends,
Brothers Johnson,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
Yaz,
Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Sex Pistols,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.