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 Chad and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 June Days to the crunk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
Prince Buster,
ABC,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
Radio Birdman,
E-Dancer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Music Machine,
The Smoke,
Marshall Jefferson,
In Retrospect,
Average White Band,
Yellowson,
The Barracudas,
Niagra,
Hot Snakes,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Steve Hackett,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mummies,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
Graham Central Station,
Adolescents,
Althea and Donna,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Throbbing Gristle,
Malaria!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Fraelich,
MDC,
Tim Buckley,
Mandrill,
The Residents,
Skarface,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.