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 Japan and from Halifax.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Outsiders,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxette,
Negative Approach,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
The Cowsills,
The Tremeloes,
Joey Negro,
Black Bananas,
Fad Gadget,
Niagra,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
Chrome,
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
Yellowson,
Hot Snakes,
Liliput,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
The Golliwogs,
Faust,
The Black Dice,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party,
Tears for Fears,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
Supertramp,
Fear,
Cymande,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker,
F. McDonald,
In Retrospect,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blancmange,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens,
Alphaville,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
Warsaw,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Smooth,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The 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.