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 Turkey and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lee Hazlewood to the dance 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Parry Music,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funky Four + One,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
Jacques Brel,
Newcleus,
Ponytail,
Los Fastidios,
Dual Sessions,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
Yellowson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
Kenny Larkin,
Excepter,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
Alphaville,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
Nico,
The Grass Roots,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
Arcadia,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
Oblivians,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
Ornette Coleman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Martian,
Mission of Burma,
Organ,
Motorama,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
EPMD,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.