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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 UT to the dance 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Ten City,
The Evens,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
X-101,
Yellowson,
The Mummies,
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monks,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
Erasure,
Zero Boys,
Essential Logic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians,
Bush Tetras,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
Cameo,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
Sun Ra,
The Moody Blues,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
Sixth Finger,
Ultravox,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Vogues,
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
JFA,
Thee Headcoats,
Magma,
Alton Ellis,
The Real Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
Basic Channel,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sandy B,
Television,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.