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 United Kingdom and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Joensuu 1685 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
Q65,
Jandek,
The Evens,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
UT,
The Mojo Men,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
Suicide,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delta 5,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
The Move,
Lightning Bolt,
Tim Buckley,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Livin' Joy,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris Corsano,
The Busters,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
Simply Red,
Banda Bassotti,
Wings,
The Young Rascals,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Darondo,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
Brothers Johnson,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
Circle Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.