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 Grenada and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Normal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
Scientists,
John Cale,
The Victims,
Surgeon,
Kas Product,
Bush Tetras,
Freddie Wadling,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Litter,
Average White Band,
Glenn Branca,
Warsaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Whodini,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dead C,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
The Smoke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Babytalk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shoche,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sparks,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
John Lydon,
Jawbox,
Piero Umiliani,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swell Maps,
Lower 48,
UT,
Kenny Larkin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
Fear,
Judy Mowatt,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band,
Wings,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.