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 Haiti and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Motorama to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Tremeloes,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
Thee Headcoats,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
The Evens,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth,
Section 25,
Supertramp,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
Q65,
Magazine,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Mo-Dettes,
This Heat,
Swans,
Motorama,
the Germs,
Skarface,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
The New Christs,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
China Crisis,
The Saints,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.