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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Average White Band 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Don Cherry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Black Dice,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
T. Rex,
Joe Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
H. Thieme,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
The Selecter,
Sun City Girls,
Tommy Roe,
The Stooges,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
Lightning Bolt,
Ice-T,
Reuben Wilson,
Grauzone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monolake,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
Alphaville,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
Tres Demented,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
Vainqueur,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
Blake Baxter,
Rufus Thomas,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.