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 Armenia and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Anakelly to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Byron Stingily,
B.T. Express,
Lindisfarne,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
The Vogues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
MDC,
Zapp,
Janne Schatter,
Icehouse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mission of Burma,
Pussy Galore,
Sam Rivers,
The New Christs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
Tubeway Army,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Smooth,
Chrome,
The Slackers,
the Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
Rakim,
The Motions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
Ultra Naté,
Eric B and Rakim,
Desert Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Godley & Creme,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharoah Sanders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.