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 Niger and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 The Gun Club to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
Anthony Braxton,
Gong,
Stetsasonic,
Davy DMX,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tommy Roe,
Bronski Beat,
Oneida,
Lee Hazlewood,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fortunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
The Selecter,
Erasure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
Au Pairs,
Neu!,
Motorama,
Moss Icon,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
One Last Wish,
Bush Tetras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin,
Yazoo,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
Deepchord,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tom Boy,
Sonic Youth,
The Standells,
Youth Brigade,
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Hood,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sugar Minott,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.