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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Index to the dance 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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Sheep,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Colin Newman,
Moby Grape,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
Altered Images,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Clarke,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mad Mike,
Bang On A Can,
Suburban Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tubeway Army,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes,
Cluster,
Infiniti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Patti Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Freddie Wadling,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.