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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Banda Bassotti 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates,
The Gories,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Rosa Yemen,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Mad Mike,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sonics,
Index,
Magma,
Unwound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agitation Free,
Suburban Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
the Sonics,
Tom Boy,
The Saints,
Subhumans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerri Chandler,
The Durutti Column,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
Ten City,
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.