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 Armenia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Lower 48 to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
Eric Copeland,
Yazoo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reagan Youth,
Al Stewart,
Underground Resistance,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
New Age Steppers,
Cecil Taylor,
Faust,
Scrapy,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
The J.B.'s,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Image Ltd.,
T.S.O.L.,
Lightning Bolt,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
Joyce Sims,
The Saints,
Neu!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Steve Hackett,
Nas,
Nico,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
Q and Not U,
MC5,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ten City,
the Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Machine,
Franke,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
K-Klass,
Massinfluence,
Fatback Band,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.