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 United States and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Camberwell Now to the rock 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Flash Fearless,
Deadbeat,
Lyres,
Bang On A Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Judy Mowatt,
Rakim,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
Sight & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
Organ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eli Mardock,
R.M.O.,
Roxette,
The Red Krayola,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
LL Cool J,
Second Layer,
Fela Kuti,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Kenny Larkin,
June Days,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Spandau Ballet,
The Real Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gong,
DJ Sneak,
CMW,
Mandrill,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.