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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Dark Day to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Fela Kuti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Invisible,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monochrome Set,
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roger Hodgson,
The Selecter,
Cecil Taylor,
Mission of Burma,
Sparks,
The Fall,
Y Pants,
Dennis Brown,
The Doors,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ice-T,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grey Daturas,
D'Angelo,
Whodini,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
Basic Channel,
The Star Department,
Agent Orange,
Monolake,
The Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
Sound Behaviour,
Q65,
Dead Boys,
The United States of America,
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Make Up,
Rites of Spring,
Slave,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.