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 Saudi Arabia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Jerry's Kids 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Mills,
Cameo,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Monks,
The Slits,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yellowson,
The Raincoats,
Pantytec,
Scrapy,
Pagans,
Alton Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultravox,
Piero Umiliani,
Infiniti,
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fluxion,
Magazine,
Brick,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Sheep,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
Faraquet,
Babytalk,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
The Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Adolescents,
Roxette,
Accadde A,
Ultra Naté,
Warren Ellis,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
Wasted Youth,
Nico,
Parry Music,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
Smog,
Fela Kuti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.