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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
Slick Rick,
Tres Demented,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
The Invisible,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Skatalites,
Swans,
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope,
Eurythmics,
The Wake,
Wasted Youth,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liliput,
Yaz,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bauhaus,
OOIOO,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalann,
Nas,
The Monochrome Set,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yazoo,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
Intrusion,
ABC,
The Associates,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
Sparks,
Urselle,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.