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 Nauru and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Surgeon to the rock 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Angels of Light,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
The Dirtbombs,
Carl Craig,
Crime,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
Tom Boy,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
The Velvet Underground,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Al Stewart,
The Pop Group,
One Last Wish,
Magma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minny Pops,
Wasted Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sällskapet,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
Cymande,
Hoover,
8 Eyed Spy,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
Delta 5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scientists,
The Fire Engines,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.