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 Mozambique and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cluster,
The Real Kids,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Joy Division,
Grey Daturas,
Mars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacques Brel,
The Raincoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
Dual Sessions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Bourne,
Yaz,
Wings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
The Red Krayola,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moody Blues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spandau Ballet,
Y Pants,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
Fat Boys,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Stooges,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Sheep,
Clear Light,
Moebius,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.