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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Steve Hackett to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slave,
Janne Schatter,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
Erykah Badu,
Man Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
The Evens,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
KRS-One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
R.M.O.,
Underground Resistance,
Can,
the Association,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABBA,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Hill,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Invisible,
Wings,
Aaron Thompson,
Scientists,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.