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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Symarip to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC 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?
Mantronix,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Black Dice,
The Human League,
Procol Harum,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
Henry Cow,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Al Stewart,
Don Cherry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacob Miller,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
Heaven 17,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Outsiders,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Clarke,
Tommy Roe,
The Beau Brummels,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Das Ding,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bluetip,
Freddie Wadling,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
Eli Mardock,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
Connie Case,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.