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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Toasters to the jazz 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lindisfarne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wings,
Rotary Connection,
Terry Callier,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish,
Deakin,
Monks,
FM Einheit,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Royal Trux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magma,
Guru Guru,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
Aswad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Prince Buster,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
Arcadia,
Howard Jones,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hardrive,
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots,
Moby Grape,
Unwound,
Donald Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
The Happenings,
UT,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mars,
a-ha,
Pagans,
Lower 48,
Surgeon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.