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 Kiribati and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Al Stewart to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Slits,
Desert Stars,
Robert Hood,
Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Jimmy McGriff,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef,
Inner City,
Isaac Hayes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cal Tjader,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jawbox,
Prince Buster,
the Association,
Camouflage,
Derrick May,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
Ultravox,
Freddie Wadling,
Bob Dylan,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
Sugar Minott,
Juan Atkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
T. Rex,
Franke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
The Martian,
The Leaves,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
Tim Buckley,
Eurythmics,
Q and Not U,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
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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.