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 Samoa and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 New York Dolls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
World's Most,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed,
Alton Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
Pole,
Bang On A Can,
Porter Ricks,
Lalann,
Flash Fearless,
Stetsasonic,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gun Club,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
The Standells,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne,
Althea and Donna,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Terry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Christie,
Iggy Pop,
Dark Day,
The New Christs,
Sun City Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Absolute Body Control,
Scratch Acid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Clear Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.