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 Kosovo and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
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 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 The Names to the jazz 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
Brand Nubian,
kango's stein massive,
FM Einheit,
Kaleidoscope,
Thee Headcoats,
Stereo Dub,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
R.M.O.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Negative Approach,
The Young Rascals,
Nirvana,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Motions,
The Offenders,
The Gun Club,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
Jacob Miller,
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Cheater Slicks,
The Kinks,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
The Raincoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Young Marble Giants,
Drexciya,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Yusef Lateef,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.