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 Kuwait and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Deakin to the rock 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys,
Blossom Toes,
The Angels of Light,
In Retrospect,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
Jeff Mills,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
The American Breed,
Crime,
10cc,
Yaz,
Al Stewart,
Deepchord,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Raincoats,
kango's stein massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
Howard Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chrome,
Dave Gahan,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Oneida,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
FM Einheit,
Pere Ubu,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Prunes,
AZ,
R.M.O.,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
Fad Gadget,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.