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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
Main Source,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Tremeloes,
Max Romeo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
Isaac Hayes,
Charles Mingus,
Fluxion,
Deepchord,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
D'Angelo,
Masters at Work,
Sister Nancy,
Moss Icon,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Wyatt,
Infiniti,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Connie Case,
Minutemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Trumans Water,
The Leaves,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.