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 Burkina and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Tremeloes,
Danielle Patucci,
Young Marble Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacob Miller,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad,
B.T. Express,
a-ha,
Ludus,
Delta 5,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
Bad Manners,
EPMD,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
The Count Five,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
the Association,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joey Negro,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
The Moody Blues,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cymande,
Second Layer,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-101,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.