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 Austria and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Y Pants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pop Group,
The United States of America,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Duran Duran,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo,
Organ,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
CMW,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camberwell Now,
Colin Newman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
Erykah Badu,
Q65,
Magma,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
Minnie Riperton,
E-Dancer,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül II,
Jawbox,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deepchord,
Hardrive,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
Minutemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
Rites of Spring,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Second Layer,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.