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 Oman and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pretty Things,
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
These Immortal Souls,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grauzone,
U.S. Maple,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Five Americans,
Smog,
Duran Duran,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
Max Romeo,
Babytalk,
Deakin,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Outsiders,
Whodini,
Jimmy McGriff,
Von Mondo,
Bush Tetras,
Mantronix,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultimate Spinach,
E-Dancer,
The Cowsills,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
Quadrant,
Aswad,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
Simply Red,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
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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.