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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Pretty Things to the techno 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fatback Band,
Q and Not U,
Sällskapet,
48th St. Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalann,
Avey Tare,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Vainqueur,
Blake Baxter,
Deakin,
The Monochrome Set,
Basic Channel,
Robert Wyatt,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
Spandau Ballet,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
Heaven 17,
The American Breed,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Outsiders,
The Trojans,
Main Source,
Nik Kershaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
Public Enemy,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swell Maps,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Essential Logic,
Brick,
Pere Ubu,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
The Knickerbockers,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scientists,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anakelly,
Banda Bassotti,
DNA,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.