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 Jordan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Wake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Accadde A,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Starr,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vainqueur,
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps,
Erasure,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Wells,
Yellowson,
Neil Young,
Johnny Osbourne,
Easy Going,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Terry,
Rufus Thomas,
Amazonics,
Goldenarms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Darondo,
Brand Nubian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Mills,
Magazine,
Stiv Bators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stetsasonic,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
the Fania All-Stars,
Outsiders,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
Alice Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
John Holt,
The Busters,
Scion,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.