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 Thailand and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 UT to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Blake Baxter,
Jandek,
F. McDonald,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Television,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
UT,
Yellowson,
DNA,
Urselle,
D'Angelo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
Fela Kuti,
Ponytail,
Godley & Creme,
Jacques Brel,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faraquet,
Easy Going,
This Heat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unrelated Segments,
The Residents,
Donald Byrd,
The Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young,
Qualms,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin,
Pagans,
Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Mo-Dettes,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.