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 Andorra and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the crunk 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red 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?
Shuggie Otis,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rosa Yemen,
Amazonics,
Don Cherry,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
the Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Near,
Kayak,
Lyres,
Dead Boys,
Television,
Josef K,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delta 5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
Television Personalities,
Nirvana,
Audionom,
The Evens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
The Mojo Men,
Traffic Nightmare,
Organ,
Moby Grape,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Skarface,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.