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 Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Joensuu 1685 to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brothers Johnson,
Cluster,
Derrick Morgan,
Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Darondo,
Los Fastidios,
Arthur Verocai,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
Das Ding,
Minny Pops,
Subhumans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skriet,
Fat Boys,
Marine Girls,
Boredoms,
Bill Near,
Section 25,
Motorama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Altered Images,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Minnie Riperton,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
Fluxion,
Crime,
June Days,
Delta 5,
Guru Guru,
Henry Cow,
Scan 7,
Depeche Mode,
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
The Young Rascals,
Scratch Acid,
The Trojans,
the Bar-Kays,
Unwound,
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.