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 Italy and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roxette to the dance 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
Soft Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Bananas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Toasters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liliput,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
The Seeds,
Fear,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angry Samoans,
The J.B.'s,
The Slackers,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Wells,
Agent Orange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Faraquet,
Bill Near,
Monolake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
The Durutti Column,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fugs,
The Buckinghams,
Gichy Dan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Litter,
The Raincoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.