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 Turkmenistan and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neon Judgement to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack,
The Modern Lovers,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Bourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liliput,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marine Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
The Music Machine,
the Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Danielle Patucci,
David McCallum,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
Altered Images,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Index,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mad Mike,
Los Fastidios,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Residents,
Colin Newman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Yazoo,
The Red Krayola,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
B.T. Express,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.