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 Macedonia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Marmalade to the disco 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
Second Layer,
Mo-Dettes,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Funky Four + One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
This Heat,
Soft Machine,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
The Techniques,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Remains,
Yaz,
Camouflage,
Franke,
The Pop Group,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gun Club,
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
The Motions,
Alton Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA,
The Golliwogs,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.