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 East Timor and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 James White and The Blacks to the techno 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
The Gun Club,
Little Man,
The Motions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
Patti Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Gabor Szabo,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
Symarip,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythm & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
Janne Schatter,
Deepchord,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Sheep,
Derrick May,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
Quando Quango,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fugs,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Popol Vuh,
Eurythmics,
Brothers Johnson,
Newcleus,
Dark Day,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
Suicide,
The Names,
Hardrive,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.