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 Mali and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Ituana to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
Pussy Galore,
Television,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Teasers,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
The Golliwogs,
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultravox,
Joe Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Rites of Spring,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Association,
Kurtis Blow,
Ossler,
Section 25,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camouflage,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cowsills,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids,
Boredoms,
Main Source,
Magazine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Talk Talk,
Sight & Sound,
David Axelrod,
The Remains,
Amon Düül II,
Juan Atkins,
Bronski Beat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faraquet,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.