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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 H. Thieme to the crunk 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
The Martian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
Godley & Creme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
Charles Mingus,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
Sam Rivers,
Deadbeat,
Joey Negro,
Cymande,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
The Associates,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Residents,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
Aaron Thompson,
10cc,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
World's Most,
Moss Icon,
The American Breed,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maurizio,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish,
PIL,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
Gabor Szabo,
E-Dancer,
Funky Four + One,
Warren Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
Man Parrish,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.