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 Moldova and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
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 Bizarre Inc. 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX,
Lalann,
Subhumans,
Sandy B,
Oneida,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Ultravox,
Vainqueur,
Derrick May,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sparks,
Lou Reed,
Scientists,
Faust,
The Young Rascals,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Mission of Burma,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
The Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Moss Icon,
Hot Snakes,
Funky Four + One,
Crash Course in Science,
Letta Mbulu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Birthday Party,
Das Ding,
Visage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Idris Muhammad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul II Soul,
AZ,
Fear,
E-Dancer,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.