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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 AZ to the grunge 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
Excepter,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Lynne,
Tom Boy,
Panda Bear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liliput,
The Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nas,
Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Blancmange,
The Smoke,
Gang Green,
Franke,
Scientists,
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drexciya,
Rekid,
The Young Rascals,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi,
David McCallum,
June Days,
Popol Vuh,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection,
Lakeside,
The Index,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stetsasonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
UT,
Erasure,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Hood,
The Fortunes,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.