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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
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 spring reverb 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 Rod Modell to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vainqueur,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Angels of Light,
The Durutti Column,
The Dead C,
In Retrospect,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Bourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Near,
Gichy Dan,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slits,
UT,
Moss Icon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chrome,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
Ossler,
Rod Modell,
Judy Mowatt,
Junior Murvin,
Eurythmics,
48th St. Collective,
Livin' Joy,
The Move,
Sister Nancy,
Magazine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Machine,
Rakim,
JFA,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neu!,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.