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 Chile and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 The Motions to the grime 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Soulsonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Green,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Invisible,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Interpol,
Crash Course in Science,
Bad Manners,
Tom Boy,
The Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Blake Baxter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deepchord,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABBA,
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Fluxion,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry's Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Moebius,
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
DJ Sneak,
Suburban Knight,
Rotary Connection,
The American Breed,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
The Motions,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.