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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Nils Olav,
Chris Corsano,
The Cure,
Bush Tetras,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
The Doors,
The Associates,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anakelly,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Adolescents,
Bootsy Collins,
Eve St. Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Sneak,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Real Kids,
Tres Demented,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
Mantronix,
Unrelated Segments,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Ronan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
Jandek,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
The Raincoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dawn Penn,
AZ,
DJ Style,
Wings,
Lyres,
Black Pus,
Althea and Donna,
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Toasters,
Thee Headcoats,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.