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 Mozambique 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Aloha Tigers to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Tres Demented,
The Buckinghams,
F. McDonald,
Joy Division,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
Slave,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
Kaleidoscope,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Knickerbockers,
Marine Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
cv313,
The Names,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
Mo-Dettes,
Wire,
Stereo Dub,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Rapeman,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
The Zeros,
Soul II Soul,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
The Doors,
Outsiders,
Wings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Neon Judgement,
Wally Richardson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sound Behaviour,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
Saccharine Trust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.