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 Maldives 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 T. Rex to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
Urselle,
Niagra,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eddi Front,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
Kayak,
Man Parrish,
Wings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Silicon Teens,
Gong,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band,
Country Teasers,
Joey Negro,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
Cymande,
Desert Stars,
Panda Bear,
Motorama,
Marmalade,
Gang Green,
The Sonics,
JFA,
Yellowson,
Bootsy Collins,
Eli Mardock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
Trumans Water,
Michelle Simonal,
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
Youth Brigade,
Pagans,
Japan,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.