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 Belarus and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Flash Fearless to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Urselle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
John Holt,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
Crime,
Cecil Taylor,
Tres Demented,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joy Division,
Con Funk Shun,
Gichy Dan,
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
The Saints,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras,
T.S.O.L.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Bar-Kays,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
Livin' Joy,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultravox,
Mantronix,
Colin Newman,
Main Source,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
the Germs,
Ronan,
Fear,
Wings,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Enemy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
E-Dancer,
Morten Harket,
the Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.