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 Nepal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skaos to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Ornette Coleman,
Aswad,
The Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang On A Can,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
The Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
Robert Görl,
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fat Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick May,
the Bar-Kays,
Fluxion,
The Motions,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
Blancmange,
U.S. Maple,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
Ponytail,
Sandy B,
Lalann,
Harry Pussy,
Pantytec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gong,
D'Angelo,
Peter & Gordon,
Pagans,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.