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 Georgia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 K-Klass 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
Oneida,
Brothers Johnson,
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club,
Jimmy McGriff,
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Scratch Acid,
Radio Birdman,
Parry Music,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gladiators,
Cal Tjader,
T. Rex,
Dennis Brown,
Basic Channel,
The Zeros,
Max Romeo,
Jacob Miller,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
UT,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crime,
JFA,
Tom Boy,
Susan Cadogan,
Patti Smith,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Clear Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers,
Ultravox,
Nils Olav,
Pierre Henry,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eli Mardock,
Black Bananas,
Massinfluence,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
Camouflage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.