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 Gambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 A Certain Ratio to the rock 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Stockholm Monsters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mars,
DJ Sneak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Axelrod,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fugazi,
Amazonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
The Tremeloes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mojo Men,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
David Bowie,
Visage,
The Move,
Surgeon,
Organ,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ornette Coleman,
Gastr Del Sol,
R.M.O.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
Flipper,
The Litter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
The Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
The Remains,
Loose Ends,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.