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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Trojans to the grime 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Ituana,
X-101,
Darondo,
Silicon Teens,
Rufus Thomas,
Mo-Dettes,
The Misunderstood,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eli Mardock,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Byrd,
Gong,
Soul Sonic Force,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
Severed Heads,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
Ossler,
Liliput,
F. McDonald,
Nas,
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
This Heat,
Camouflage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
Symarip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New York Dolls,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quadrant,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Machine,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
China Crisis,
the Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.