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 Serbia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Howard Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
Alison Limerick,
Wolf Eyes,
Jawbox,
Can,
Radio Birdman,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Laurel Aitken,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Livin' Joy,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
Anakelly,
Jeff Lynne,
Traffic Nightmare,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick May,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
The Gladiators,
Judy Mowatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
Sexual Harrassment,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.