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 Uruguay and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Desert Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Normal,
Peter and Kerry,
Fear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sonics,
John Holt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
Underground Resistance,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Max Romeo,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soulsonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
Soft Cell,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
Donny Hathaway,
Juan Atkins,
a-ha,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Nirvana,
Isaac Hayes,
Ken Boothe,
Flash Fearless,
Hoover,
China Crisis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Easy Going,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
Surgeon,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
The Misunderstood,
the Swans,
UT,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.