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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Half Japanese,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Symarip,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
Marvin Gaye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Babytalk,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
Altered Images,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Junior Murvin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Teasers,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Wells,
Maurizio,
FM Einheit,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett,
Au Pairs,
Joyce Sims,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Beau Brummels,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
Youth Brigade,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
Arab on Radar,
Severed Heads,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
Charles Mingus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.