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 Portugal and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
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 linndrum 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 Mr. Review to the punk 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics,
Yazoo,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
Reuben Wilson,
Rotary Connection,
Glenn Branca,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
Bad Manners,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Move,
Max Romeo,
Traffic Nightmare,
48th St. Collective,
Oblivians,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
Mr. Review,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doors,
Silicon Teens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mandrill,
AZ,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ornette Coleman,
Jawbox,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
K-Klass,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.