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 Bahamas and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
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 chamberlin 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 Goldenarms to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett 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?
Chris Corsano,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalann,
Yellowson,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
Rapeman,
The Motions,
Sparks,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
The Wake,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
The Moleskins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scion,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
Mantronix,
Moebius,
The Barracudas,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Qualms,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Normal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Danielle Patucci,
The Young Rascals,
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Ludus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
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.