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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
John Holt,
Wings,
Hardrive,
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
Deakin,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Monks,
The Black Dice,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Modern Lovers,
Mantronix,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
Maleditus Sound,
The Music Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
Aloha Tigers,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
The Gladiators,
Donald Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
cv313,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
Magazine,
Mo-Dettes,
Mark Hollis,
Piero Umiliani,
Moebius,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.