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 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
John Holt,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
Smog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers,
Pere Ubu,
Camberwell Now,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
Ossler,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
Ronan,
Malaria!,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Finger,
The Skatalites,
Stetsasonic,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
Sugar Minott,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
U.S. Maple,
Slick Rick,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Martian,
Interpol,
Blake Baxter,
B.T. Express,
Youth Brigade,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth,
In Retrospect,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.