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 Malta and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 The Fire Engines to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
The Mojo Men,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Graham Central Station,
Eric B and Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Near,
Crooked Eye,
Mars,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Blossom Toes,
The Vogues,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Silicon Teens,
Urselle,
Reuben Wilson,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
The Birthday Party,
Sam Rivers,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Terry,
Laurel Aitken,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
Darondo,
L. Decosne,
Franke,
Sarah Menescal,
Joey Negro,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.