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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 ABBA to the grunge 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Near,
Blossom Toes,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
Agitation Free,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ken Boothe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
Massinfluence,
Rod Modell,
Pere Ubu,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fortunes,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
Pagans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Pus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masters at Work,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Rundgren,
Oblivians,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale,
Quadrant,
Q65,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Black Dice,
D'Angelo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.