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 Poland and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 EPMD to the dance 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Arcadia,
Aloha Tigers,
The Stooges,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June of 44,
Lalo Schifrin,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
This Heat,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Shuggie Otis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
The Busters,
John Lydon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liliput,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
A Certain Ratio,
Barry Ungar,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
The Buckinghams,
Steve Hackett,
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
Skaos,
Albert Ayler,
Vainqueur,
Sarah Menescal,
Qualms,
Lalann,
Magazine,
Inner City,
Model 500,
Derrick May,
Excepter,
Janne Schatter,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.