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 Jordan and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Camberwell Now,
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
Blancmange,
Visage,
Eurythmics,
The Gladiators,
Skriet,
Patti Smith,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers,
Nas,
Magma,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
Donny Hathaway,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drive Like Jehu,
Juan Atkins,
Can,
Marc Almond,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
The Young Rascals,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
Los Fastidios,
Bang On A Can,
The Angels of Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
Fela Kuti,
The Buckinghams,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
Anakelly,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
Organ,
Brothers Johnson,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.