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 Sweden and from Paris.
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 Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angry Samoans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
Outsiders,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hot Snakes,
Pantytec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Count Five,
Q and Not U,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
Second Layer,
Desert Stars,
F. McDonald,
Agent Orange,
Juan Atkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Henry Cow,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
One Last Wish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
Y Pants,
D'Angelo,
Stiv Bators,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
The Litter,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Flag,
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed,
L. Decosne,
Animal Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.