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 Peru and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio,
Youth Brigade,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo,
The Standells,
Amon Düül II,
Lungfish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers,
Sparks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
Eurythmics,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smiths,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
The Gap Band,
Drexciya,
Rod Modell,
Section 25,
Q65,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül,
Delta 5,
Tubeway Army,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Toasters,
Goldenarms,
D'Angelo,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.