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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
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 chamberlin 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 The Wake to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
Pylon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fluxion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
Dark Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
Essential Logic,
Prince Buster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Janne Schatter,
Harmonia,
Skarface,
Al Stewart,
Laurel Aitken,
Josef K,
The Remains,
Bill Near,
Monolake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Babytalk,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxy Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Tommy Roe,
Nils Olav,
Technova,
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
a-ha,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cure,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.