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 Estonia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 The Golliwogs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Soulsonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
Quadrant,
The Star Department,
Bang On A Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Infiniti,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Goldenarms,
the Human League,
The Saints,
Parry Music,
Organ,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
Slave,
Panda Bear,
Grey Daturas,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
Rufus Thomas,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris Corsano,
Jacob Miller,
Cameo,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
Animal Collective,
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scan 7,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.