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 Yemen and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Normal,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
The Offenders,
Neil Young,
Mo-Dettes,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
Piero Umiliani,
Grauzone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
Index,
Ronan,
Alton Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
The Young Rascals,
Fatback Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
Nirvana,
The Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Newcleus,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Searchers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gabor Szabo,
James White and The Blacks,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.