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 India and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Flamin' Groovies to the techno 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
Eli Mardock,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
Lungfish,
Godley & Creme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
Maurizio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bauhaus,
Moss Icon,
The Kinks,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
KRS-One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neu!,
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
Altered Images,
Alphaville,
Negative Approach,
Patti Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
EPMD,
The Red Krayola,
ABC,
Faust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T.S.O.L.,
Sister Nancy,
Deepchord,
The Tremeloes,
Rotary Connection,
The Real Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.