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 Nepal and from New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
UT,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
Quadrant,
Crispian St. Peters,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
The Grass Roots,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
Qualms,
Scan 7,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
Suburban Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy Collins,
Prince Buster,
OOIOO,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masters at Work,
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
The Invisible,
World's Most,
Franke,
Quantec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barry Ungar,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
Los Fastidios,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Main Source,
Khruangbin,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Darondo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marmalade,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Buzzcocks,
Tom Boy,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.