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 France and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Flash Fearless,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Monolake,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Howard Jones,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
Theoretical Girls,
Dual Sessions,
The Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerri Chandler,
the Slits,
Pole,
Moss Icon,
Minor Threat,
Index,
Television,
The Busters,
Cybotron,
Agent Orange,
The Kinks,
Dawn Penn,
Nirvana,
the Germs,
Al Stewart,
Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fear,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül,
Inner City,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang On A Can,
Nik Kershaw,
The Zeros,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.