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 Seychelles and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Lalo Schifrin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
Yaz,
Spandau Ballet,
Roger Hodgson,
One Last Wish,
Absolute Body Control,
The Searchers,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
Maurizio,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flipper,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
The Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
June of 44,
The Neon Judgement,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
Steve Hackett,
Technova,
Das Ding,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eli Mardock,
Main Source,
Scott Walker,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
Marc Almond,
The Fortunes,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.