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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Make Up,
Black Bananas,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley,
Iggy Pop,
Morten Harket,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fortunes,
Jawbox,
Average White Band,
UT,
The Evens,
Lower 48,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantytec,
The Blues Magoos,
The Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Porter Ricks,
Dennis Brown,
Unwound,
Kaleidoscope,
Fugazi,
Blancmange,
Dark Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camouflage,
L. Decosne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rufus Thomas,
Kayak,
Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
T.S.O.L.,
Accadde A,
The Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Skatalites,
The Modern Lovers,
Mr. Review,
Tubeway Army,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.