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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mummies,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Second Layer,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
Al Stewart,
Pagans,
Yaz,
Gong,
ABC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
World's Most,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Axelrod,
cv313,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
KRS-One,
Dual Sessions,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Toasters,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brand Nubian,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Vogues,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reagan Youth,
New York Dolls,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.