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 Namibia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Ultravox to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Buckinghams,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerri Chandler,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heaven 17,
the Normal,
The Star Department,
The Names,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers,
Panda Bear,
Stetsasonic,
The Kinks,
The Pop Group,
Magazine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boredoms,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Christie,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
Alton Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Golliwogs,
The Fuzztones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
David Axelrod,
Tubeway Army,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chrome,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronan,
The Smiths,
Schoolly D,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.