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 Israel and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 The Blackbyrds to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Barbara Tucker,
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B,
Neu!,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Radiopuhelimet,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Move,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
Ludus,
Amon Düül,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
Skriet,
B.T. Express,
Pole,
AZ,
Sister Nancy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monochrome Set,
The Star Department,
The Moody Blues,
Y Pants,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
The Trojans,
Michelle Simonal,
Amazonics,
Flipper,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cure,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
Deakin,
Gang Green,
Agitation Free,
The Knickerbockers,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed,
Robert Wyatt,
Trumans Water,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.