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 Spain 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ponytail,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
a-ha,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Infiniti,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Zero Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Brand Nubian,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gabor Szabo,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Techniques,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
These Immortal Souls,
Steve Hackett,
Donny Hathaway,
Moebius,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
Pere Ubu,
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
Faraquet,
Arcadia,
Josef K,
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q and Not U,
Fear,
The Young Rascals,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.