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 Tonga and from Philadelphia.
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 Milan and Edmonton.
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 oboe 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 The Golliwogs to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Last Poets,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
China Crisis,
Moss Icon,
Max Romeo,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
The Remains,
MC5,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Smog,
Sun Ra,
L. Decosne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sandy B,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blake Baxter,
Massinfluence,
The Techniques,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scrapy,
Erykah Badu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hardrive,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
Groovy Waters,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.