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 Somalia and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Janne Schatter,
Yazoo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aswad,
The Smoke,
Jacob Miller,
ABC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
a-ha,
Franke,
Grauzone,
Clear Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
New York Dolls,
Ossler,
In Retrospect,
Deakin,
Marvin Gaye,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
Funkadelic,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q and Not U,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Second Layer,
Oblivians,
Peter and Kerry,
Fela Kuti,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
FM Einheit,
Dark Day,
Little Man,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.