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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Arthur Verocai to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Junior Murvin,
Y Pants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fear,
The Cramps,
The Toasters,
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Simply Red,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
Arthur Verocai,
Blake Baxter,
The Trojans,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yaz,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Enemy,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Motorama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Hill,
Ituana,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sam Rivers,
Sight & Sound,
Joy Division,
Faust,
Erykah Badu,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
The Leaves,
Rhythm & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Icehouse,
The Star Department,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
Sun City Girls,
Black Sheep,
Cluster,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pere Ubu,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.