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 Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the disco 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Urselle,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
The Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Royal Trux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
Aswad,
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
Groovy Waters,
The Skatalites,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Half Japanese,
Deadbeat,
Magazine,
Bauhaus,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
Sarah Menescal,
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
Brothers Johnson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lightning Bolt,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
Scan 7,
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scion,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.