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 Lithuania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Maurizio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Bush Tetras,
Groovy Waters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
The Trojans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Lynne,
Brick,
Andrew Hill,
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-101,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül,
James White and The Blacks,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monks,
The Slackers,
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
The Gun Club,
Donny Hathaway,
Babytalk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerrie Biddell,
Altered Images,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Steve Hackett,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scion,
Oblivians,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.