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 Seychelles and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
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 spring reverb 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 Fat Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley,
The Kinks,
The Cure,
The Evens,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
Drexciya,
B.T. Express,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
Aural Exciters,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Deakin,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Martian,
Liliput,
The Gladiators,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Little Man,
The Angels of Light,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joey Negro,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dawn Penn,
Rosa Yemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
Au Pairs,
The Gories,
Grauzone,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.