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 Cape Verde and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 Litter to the punk 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Dawn Penn,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk,
Slave,
Joe Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Prince Buster,
The Fortunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Oblivians,
Motorama,
OOIOO,
Pole,
Flash Fearless,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Maurizio,
In Retrospect,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Foxx,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Leaves,
Eric Copeland,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sandy B,
Smog,
DNA,
Index,
Crime,
The Cure,
Icehouse,
Oneida,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eve St. Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
The Divine Comedy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos,
Cybotron,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
The Wake,
The Real Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Model 500,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.