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 Uruguay and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Boredoms to the rap 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Vainqueur,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
The Techniques,
Mars,
Severed Heads,
Yaz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
Cameo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Scan 7,
New York Dolls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tres Demented,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley,
Trumans Water,
Carl Craig,
Mad Mike,
Isaac Hayes,
Subhumans,
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Clarke,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
T.S.O.L.,
Shoche,
The Zeros,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.