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 Benin and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Flesh Eaters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
a-ha,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
F. McDonald,
Severed Heads,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
AZ,
Al Stewart,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike,
The Blues Magoos,
Bronski Beat,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Enemy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Charles Mingus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dead Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
Thompson Twins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
Banda Bassotti,
Rapeman,
Yusef Lateef,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Hill,
The Doors,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.