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 Estonia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Absolute Body Control to the grunge 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
Slick Rick,
Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
Magazine,
Subhumans,
Al Stewart,
Hoover,
The Fall,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep,
Tim Buckley,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cluster,
Marine Girls,
The Standells,
Rapeman,
The Angels of Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eve St. Jones,
The Misunderstood,
John Foxx,
New Age Steppers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fat Boys,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q65,
DJ Sneak,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
Index,
This Heat,
Urselle,
Sandy B,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Invisible,
Todd Terry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Birthday Party,
Darondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
Brick,
F. McDonald,
AZ,
Das Ding,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.