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 Qatar and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobbi Humphrey 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Wire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Germs,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Slits,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
In Retrospect,
Popol Vuh,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
The Music Machine,
Joy Division,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
Faust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Young Rascals,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magazine,
Harry Pussy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Subhumans,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
Chris & Cosey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gregory Isaacs,
Altered Images,
Ponytail,
Roxette,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Young Marble Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Youth Brigade,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.