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 Australia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Josef K to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
10cc,
Eve St. Jones,
The American Breed,
Dual Sessions,
Shoche,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Zero Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Michelle Simonal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry,
Donny Hathaway,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Eddi Front,
Absolute Body Control,
Clear Light,
Warren Ellis,
Skarface,
Stiv Bators,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
Malaria!,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anakelly,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Schoolly D,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aloha Tigers,
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
Ten City,
Gang Starr,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.