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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 The Buckinghams 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fear,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mojo Men,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roger Hodgson,
The Motions,
Soulsonic Force,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
Moby Grape,
Ronnie Foster,
DNA,
Absolute Body Control,
Stiv Bators,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
Mantronix,
Q65,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
Whodini,
MDC,
The Standells,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crime,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
F. McDonald,
The Monochrome Set,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gabor Szabo,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
B.T. Express,
The Techniques,
Judy Mowatt,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drexciya,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad 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.