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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Ituana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Angry Samoans,
Joensuu 1685,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Smog,
The J.B.'s,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Germs,
John Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
Wally Richardson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eurythmics,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fatback Band,
Simply Red,
Hot Snakes,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
Delta 5,
Dennis Brown,
Sparks,
Cymande,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
Grauzone,
Essential Logic,
Unwound,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Mills,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marvin Gaye,
Banda Bassotti,
Maurizio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Young Rascals,
Sällskapet,
X-Ray Spex,
The Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
The Divine Comedy,
Roger Hodgson,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.