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 East Timor and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Patti Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Fugazi,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
Sun City Girls,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
The Invisible,
Joy Division,
Gabor Szabo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sugar Minott,
Black Bananas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reagan Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker,
Lungfish,
Patti Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
Blake Baxter,
Archie Shepp,
Sällskapet,
Erykah Badu,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terry Callier,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Sheep,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funkadelic,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
cv313,
Juan Atkins,
The Gap Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Pussy Galore,
Brass Construction,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.