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 Mozambique and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 H. Thieme 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blossom Toes,
Panda Bear,
Letta Mbulu,
Iggy Pop,
Sällskapet,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young,
Robert Hood,
Judy Mowatt,
Yaz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
Sister Nancy,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Clear Light,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
The Vogues,
Toni Rubio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Parry Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Sarah Menescal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Metal Thangz,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
Rekid,
the Association,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grey Daturas,
The Selecter,
Bang On A Can,
Slick Rick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
Jeff Lynne,
Graham Central Station,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Junior Murvin,
Loose Ends,
Cluster,
T.S.O.L.,
Slave,
Simply Red,
The Blues Magoos,
Magazine,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.