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 Cuba and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Trumans Water to the crunk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
The Names,
Deepchord,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
The J.B.'s,
Barry Ungar,
Outsiders,
Franke,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
Josef K,
R.M.O.,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Human League,
Animal Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
Simply Red,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fuzztones,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Schoolly D,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Martian,
Malaria!,
Porter Ricks,
The Index,
Stiv Bators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Royal Trux,
Laurel Aitken,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The American Breed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Desert Stars,
Quadrant,
Kenny Larkin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.