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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Funkadelic,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Ronnie Foster,
Agitation Free,
Kayak,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kenny Larkin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
Outsiders,
The Fortunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lightning Bolt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
Tres Demented,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dead C,
Das Ding,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Aswad,
Graham Central Station,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Davy DMX,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fat Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Chris Corsano,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.