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 Guatemala and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Kenny Larkin to the grunge 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Hot Snakes,
The Pretty Things,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
Unwound,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
Pussy Galore,
Outsiders,
Lindisfarne,
The Human League,
LL Cool J,
Howard Jones,
Mantronix,
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Bronski Beat,
Drexciya,
The Searchers,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry's Kids,
Ohio Players,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget,
The Selecter,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gichy Dan,
Erasure,
Smog,
Au Pairs,
The Gories,
The Birthday Party,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Vogues,
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
The Litter,
Idris Muhammad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.