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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Walker Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Television,
World's Most,
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Michelle Simonal,
Main Source,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Groovy Waters,
Delta 5,
The Divine Comedy,
The Motions,
Darondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
Moebius,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat,
The Pop Group,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
Sex Pistols,
Maurizio,
JFA,
Danielle Patucci,
the Slits,
Davy DMX,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Kinks,
The Music Machine,
Soft Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
Lou Christie,
Mad Mike,
Angry Samoans,
Althea and Donna,
Silicon Teens,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
X-101,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.