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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Ludus to the funk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Sugar Minott,
The Star Department,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
Idris Muhammad,
Cecil Taylor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
The American Breed,
The Music Machine,
The Move,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
Intrusion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed,
Heaven 17,
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sight & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
The Zeros,
Bush Tetras,
The Slackers,
Pylon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Lalann,
Pierre Henry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Groovy Waters,
Ronnie Foster,
the Germs,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
X-102,
AZ,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.