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 Sweden and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television to the dance 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Litter,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Howard Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
48th St. Collective,
MDC,
Wally Richardson,
Jandek,
Faraquet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker,
Harmonia,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brass Construction,
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
Max Romeo,
Trumans Water,
Fear,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
kango's stein massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Gichy Dan,
Icehouse,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
U.S. Maple,
Procol Harum,
Oblivians,
Cluster,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alphaville,
Johnny Clarke,
World's Most,
The Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Pole,
Brick,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
The Victims,
Sparks,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.