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 Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bauhaus to the punk 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Dawn Penn,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Massinfluence,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxy Music,
Quantec,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Moby Grape,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass,
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Howard Jones,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minnie Riperton,
Index,
Moss Icon,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Popol Vuh,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Magma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bauhaus,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fugs,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
Nico,
The Happenings,
Wolf Eyes,
the Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
KRS-One,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.