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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Von Mondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Mad Mike,
E-Dancer,
R.M.O.,
Gang of Four,
Grey Daturas,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dead C,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
Chrome,
The Cure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Foxx,
10cc,
Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Junior Murvin,
Ohio Players,
Adolescents,
The Mummies,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wire,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Saints,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
Flipper,
Talk Talk,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Loose Ends,
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
The United States of America,
Althea and Donna,
ABBA,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Byron Stingily,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.