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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
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,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
Gang of Four,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultravox,
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
Tim Buckley,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Babytalk,
Amazonics,
The Motions,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mummies,
Camberwell Now,
Funkadelic,
Bob Dylan,
Fela Kuti,
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One,
Gong,
The Fortunes,
Maurizio,
Shoche,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Royal Trux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
H. Thieme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Oblivians,
Main Source,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
One Last Wish,
PIL,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
a-ha,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.