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 Italy and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eddi Front to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
LL Cool J,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
The Standells,
The New Christs,
kango's stein massive,
The Toasters,
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
U.S. Maple,
The Modern Lovers,
Easy Going,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Five Americans,
Faust,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pierre Henry,
Funkadelic,
Unwound,
Section 25,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
The Music Machine,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
Erasure,
Whodini,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fatback Band,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Anakelly,
Marine Girls,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.