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 Philippines and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Electric Prunes to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up 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?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
Warsaw,
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
Fear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spoonie Gee,
a-ha,
Jacob Miller,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fluxion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
Model 500,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Stereo Dub,
X-101,
Depeche Mode,
Sonic Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Bronski Beat,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks,
Quadrant,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
The Zeros,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
Index,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.