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 Micronesia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 The Count Five to the electroclash 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
K-Klass,
Scan 7,
Guru Guru,
Peter and Kerry,
Dead Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
Faraquet,
Roxy Music,
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
Grauzone,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
Harmonia,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
Jandek,
Patti Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terry Callier,
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
Ronan,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
The Zeros,
Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
Chrome,
Suburban Knight,
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Skriet,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Hill,
Crash Course in Science,
The Tremeloes,
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Tommy Roe,
Deadbeat,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.