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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Crash Course in Science to the grime 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Names,
David Axelrod,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q and Not U,
Tres Demented,
Q65,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick Morgan,
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
AZ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scrapy,
Zero Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
Ituana,
Amon Düül,
The Red Krayola,
Sun City Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The American Breed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets,
The Barracudas,
Mandrill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
This Heat,
The Slackers,
A Certain Ratio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Associates,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Model 500,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.