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 Saudi Arabia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grass Roots to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Groovy Waters,
Can,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Procol Harum,
Sonic Youth,
Stereo Dub,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Roxy Music,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
kango's stein massive,
Agent Orange,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan,
The Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Sparks,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
Crime,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
Sound Behaviour,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
the Slits,
The Invisible,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Green,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Last Poets,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Star Department,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.