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 Qatar and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 American Breed to the crunk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Joy Division,
Livin' Joy,
Arab on Radar,
T.S.O.L.,
Maurizio,
Rites of Spring,
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves,
Bob Dylan,
Brothers Johnson,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
Silicon Teens,
Erasure,
The Evens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ponytail,
Nico,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
Rod Modell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle,
The Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
X-102,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deadbeat,
Patti Smith,
JFA,
Barrington Levy,
cv313,
The Mummies,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
PIL,
Cameo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dual Sessions,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Symarip,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Hill,
Duran Duran,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unrelated Segments,
Thee Headcoats,
Rotary Connection,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.