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 Spain and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 The Count Five to the dance 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
David Bowie,
Thee Headcoats,
Marine Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fatback Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
John Holt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
K-Klass,
B.T. Express,
The Barracudas,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
Morten Harket,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacob Miller,
The United States of America,
The Tremeloes,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
Monolake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalann,
Neu!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
The Durutti Column,
the Human League,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
The Litter,
X-Ray Spex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
The Selecter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Fear,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
Chrome,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Q and Not U,
Niagra,
Stiv Bators,
The Smoke,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.