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 Israel and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dennis Brown to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin,
The Red Krayola,
Soul II Soul,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
The Neon Judgement,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
Pet Shop Boys,
H. Thieme,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Tremeloes,
Unrelated Segments,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Move,
Ituana,
Howard Jones,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
Negative Approach,
Dead Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Average White Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smoke,
Pere Ubu,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yusef Lateef,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
OOIOO,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
Black Bananas,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
Lakeside,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
Magma,
Whodini,
Mantronix,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tim Buckley,
10cc,
Rakim,
Brick,
Crime,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.