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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Gun Club to the grime 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fugazi,
Bootsy Collins,
Whodini,
Minnie Riperton,
Flipper,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nik Kershaw,
Crime,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fugs,
The Moody Blues,
Monolake,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Supertramp,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
cv313,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Steve Hackett,
Q65,
Livin' Joy,
Delon & Dalcan,
E-Dancer,
Mars,
Pere Ubu,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
Kayak,
Radiohead,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cybotron,
New York Dolls,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Max Romeo,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers,
Royal Trux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Excepter,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.