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 Chad 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blake Baxter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker,
Shuggie Otis,
Franke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slave,
Alton Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arcadia,
Yusef Lateef,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Q65,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented,
Babytalk,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
the Swans,
The Barracudas,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Green,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
The American Breed,
Fear,
UT,
Bronski Beat,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Swans,
Radiohead,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
Fatback Band,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.