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 Chile and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 These Immortal Souls to the grime 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme 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?
Graham Central Station,
The Mojo Men,
The Slackers,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deadbeat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
The Techniques,
Radiohead,
Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
Ponytail,
Todd Rundgren,
Crime,
DJ Style,
World's Most,
Henry Cow,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Lydon,
Blancmange,
the Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth,
Massinfluence,
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
Terry Callier,
Fad Gadget,
The Slits,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Main Source,
a-ha,
Fluxion,
Ohio Players,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
D'Angelo,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.