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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Anakelly,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Standells,
Cybotron,
John Foxx,
Patti Smith,
Crime,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
Lakeside,
Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Audionom,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T.S.O.L.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alphaville,
a-ha,
Kaleidoscope,
Wasted Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Groovy Waters,
Hoover,
the Bar-Kays,
Bad Manners,
Howard Jones,
Kayak,
Mark Hollis,
DNA,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.