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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Blancmange to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Sneak,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
Panda Bear,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fatback Band,
David Bowie,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
Aural Exciters,
Hot Snakes,
Black Bananas,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Boz Scaggs,
Donny Hathaway,
Easy Going,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Main Source,
Average White Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smoke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faraquet,
Eurythmics,
The United States of America,
Warren Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Mr. Review,
Supertramp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
Ice-T,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Piero Umiliani,
Jimmy McGriff,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
The Moleskins,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.