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 Mauritania and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Ludus to the disco 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
Delta 5,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fugs,
Outsiders,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
Minor Threat,
New York Dolls,
Pagans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fluxion,
Al Stewart,
The Smoke,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Ossler,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
The United States of America,
Clear Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rosa Yemen,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Cell,
Niagra,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
EPMD,
The Barracudas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reuben Wilson,
OOIOO,
Jerry's Kids,
Guru Guru,
Vladislav Delay,
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.