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 Morocco and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Dave Clark Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
Accadde A,
Fela Kuti,
Rakim,
Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Blancmange,
Cluster,
Supertramp,
The Human League,
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
The Mojo Men,
Stiv Bators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camouflage,
Shuggie Otis,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bush Tetras,
Khruangbin,
The Remains,
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
Slick Rick,
Donald Byrd,
Mantronix,
The Black Dice,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Coltrane,
JFA,
Dawn Penn,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
June of 44,
The Moody Blues,
Moebius,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
Essential Logic,
June Days,
Lower 48,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
Clear Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
The Kinks,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.