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 Ecuador and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 The J.B.'s to the jazz 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
EPMD,
Arab on Radar,
The Motions,
Peter and Kerry,
Heaven 17,
Gichy Dan,
Harry Pussy,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boz Scaggs,
the Germs,
The Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
The Wake,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxy Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moby Grape,
Soul II Soul,
Icehouse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minor Threat,
Quantec,
Bobby Byrd,
Amazonics,
Panda Bear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Parry Music,
Loose Ends,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Moss Icon,
Dual Sessions,
The Human League,
The Fugs,
The Trojans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sixth Finger,
Roxette,
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants,
Smog,
Nico,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
Quadrant,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.