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 Tehran.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MDC to the grunge 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Zeros,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pop Group,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visage,
Steve Hackett,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
Inner City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
Metal Thangz,
The Gories,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
Qualms,
Tres Demented,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
the Human League,
New York Dolls,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Junior Murvin,
Magazine,
Letta Mbulu,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
EPMD,
Blossom Toes,
Pantytec,
Grauzone,
Judy Mowatt,
Albert Ayler,
Skaos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brick,
Archie Shepp,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.