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 Serbia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 The Fuzztones to the grime 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
Nirvana,
The Red Krayola,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter & Gordon,
Q and Not U,
Freddie Wadling,
The Saints,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
Talk Talk,
Alison Limerick,
Althea and Donna,
Liliput,
The Smiths,
Motorama,
Underground Resistance,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pylon,
Royal Trux,
Bad Manners,
Piero Umiliani,
Scan 7,
cv313,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
Barbara Tucker,
Lakeside,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pagans,
The Last Poets,
T.S.O.L.,
The Happenings,
Boz Scaggs,
Blake Baxter,
the Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.