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 Algeria and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Oneida to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Associates,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Young Rascals,
Deepchord,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
Yaz,
Lucky Dragons,
Yazoo,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sam Rivers,
The Gun Club,
The Grass Roots,
The Names,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pole,
Urselle,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
AZ,
Spandau Ballet,
The Birthday Party,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
Crooked Eye,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Selecter,
Groovy Waters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bob Dylan,
The Angels of Light,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Adolescents,
Johnny Clarke,
This Heat,
Sarah Menescal,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
Magma,
Saccharine Trust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Style,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantaleimon,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.