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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tomorrow to the grunge 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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Mark Hollis,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
the Germs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
Los Fastidios,
Lightning Bolt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Supertramp,
Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Terry Callier,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
Mr. Review,
Livin' Joy,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams,
Barry Ungar,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
The American Breed,
Deepchord,
Andrew Hill,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed,
Josef K,
The Pop Group,
Reuben Wilson,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
Zapp,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
The Selecter,
Lyres,
Television,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
The New Christs,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.