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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zero Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
Wally Richardson,
Al Stewart,
The Move,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jandek,
The Knickerbockers,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
Motorama,
Japan,
the Germs,
Fear,
Derrick May,
Livin' Joy,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs,
Dead Boys,
Monolake,
Arab on Radar,
Qualms,
Bush Tetras,
Spoonie Gee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
PIL,
Vladislav Delay,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
The Doors,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chrome,
the Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
Schoolly D,
Rod Modell,
Todd Rundgren,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.