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 Bolivia and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Charles Mingus to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Warren Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger,
Henry Cow,
Zero Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
Porter Ricks,
The Associates,
Icehouse,
X-102,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
CMW,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wasted Youth,
Can,
June Days,
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
Deepchord,
The Selecter,
The Durutti Column,
Lucky Dragons,
Young Marble Giants,
Fat Boys,
X-101,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blossom Toes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
New Age Steppers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
Peter and Kerry,
Second Layer,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
This Heat,
Erasure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Max Romeo,
Severed Heads,
The Raincoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
a-ha,
Inner City,
The Gun Club,
Arthur Verocai,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.