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 Zambia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Niagra,
Yazoo,
The Smiths,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
Fluxion,
Colin Newman,
Boz Scaggs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wolf Eyes,
Model 500,
Tears for Fears,
David Axelrod,
Massinfluence,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
Index,
Robert Hood,
New Order,
Marmalade,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
Organ,
a-ha,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joey Negro,
Youth Brigade,
Byron Stingily,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
Adolescents,
Derrick May,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Hardrive,
Theoretical Girls,
Neu!,
Q65,
Lower 48,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Desert Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dark Day,
Jacob Miller,
Flash Fearless,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mojo Men,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Babytalk,
Television,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.