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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Clear Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Davy DMX,
Morten Harket,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Los Fastidios,
Lungfish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
F. McDonald,
Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
the Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Intrusion,
The Barracudas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
Talk Talk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mars,
The United States of America,
Nirvana,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
Brothers Johnson,
Procol Harum,
The Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cluster,
Fugazi,
Guru Guru,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
cv313,
Judy Mowatt,
Magazine,
The Mummies,
T. Rex,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Terry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.