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 Turkey and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Reuben Wilson to the techno 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Accadde A,
Qualms,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar,
Ronnie Foster,
Kayak,
Fugazi,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
Steve Hackett,
Sam Rivers,
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Associates,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
Surgeon,
Agent Orange,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magazine,
Rites of Spring,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
Pylon,
Camouflage,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy,
L. Decosne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
Rapeman,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mad Mike,
Royal Trux,
Monks,
Crime,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
Don Cherry,
Tim Buckley,
Gichy Dan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tres Demented,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
Prince Buster,
The Index,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.