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 Germany and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Deadbeat 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Eli Mardock,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suburban Knight,
Severed Heads,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Trumans Water,
Main Source,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
MDC,
Ornette Coleman,
Prince Buster,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül,
Monks,
Morten Harket,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Joey Negro,
Bad Manners,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Intrusion,
The Names,
The Gap Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
The Index,
Skarface,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci,
This Heat,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.