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 Dominica 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Massinfluence to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Robert Hood,
Jacob Miller,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Silicon Teens,
Minny Pops,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
KRS-One,
Peter and Kerry,
Darondo,
Aswad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Techniques,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
OOIOO,
Japan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Velvet Underground,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
Negative Approach,
The Slits,
Joy Division,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispian St. Peters,
a-ha,
Fluxion,
The Star Department,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unrelated Segments,
T.S.O.L.,
Funky Four + One,
Sällskapet,
Roger Hodgson,
Alice Coltrane,
Altered Images,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Vladislav Delay,
Urselle,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.