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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Near. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Blake Baxter,
Yaz,
Malaria!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Selecter,
Gang Starr,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops,
Technova,
The Gories,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
UT,
Joy Division,
PIL,
Michelle Simonal,
Rod Modell,
Harmonia,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
Stetsasonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Quantec,
48th St. Collective,
Deakin,
Josef K,
Y Pants,
Model 500,
Suicide,
Japan,
Television,
Zapp,
Sight & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Idris Muhammad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Zero Boys,
Camberwell Now,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.