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 Laos and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 David Axelrod to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brass Construction,
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Wyatt,
Can,
Gang of Four,
The Toasters,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
Scientists,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Junior Murvin,
the Germs,
Sixth Finger,
Fugazi,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Aloha Tigers,
Albert Ayler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
Von Mondo,
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
The Mummies,
Au Pairs,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
Popol Vuh,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48,
The Buckinghams,
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
R.M.O.,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.