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 Turkmenistan and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Leonard Cohen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Dark Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
Cymande,
Smog,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
Funkadelic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sam Rivers,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
JFA,
Yusef Lateef,
Deepchord,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Mills,
The Tremeloes,
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skaos,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
Motorama,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Khruangbin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Audionom,
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
Model 500,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
The Raincoats,
Crooked Eye,
Alphaville,
David McCallum,
Cal Tjader,
New Order,
the Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
Harry Pussy,
MDC,
Chrome,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
The Associates,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hashim,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.