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 Georgia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 The Saints to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade,
Wolf Eyes,
Moebius,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
The Five Americans,
Ossler,
Sällskapet,
Dual Sessions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gabor Szabo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
Minutemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
Alison Limerick,
The Busters,
The Walker Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grauzone,
Groovy Waters,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sarah Menescal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Skaos,
The Moody Blues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Massinfluence,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harmonia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hardrive,
Supertramp,
Ten City,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Bourne,
Camouflage,
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
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.