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 Colombia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Radiohead to the jazz 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gories,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unwound,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
The Searchers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
Rakim,
Marmalade,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
The J.B.'s,
Grauzone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Qualms,
a-ha,
Yellowson,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The United States of America,
the Slits,
Y Pants,
Ronnie Foster,
Dead Boys,
Soft Machine,
The Busters,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Ken Boothe,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
Dark Day,
Pole,
Ossler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neu!,
Rod Modell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Guru Guru,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust,
Yaz,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.