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 Vietnam and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Pus to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mandrill,
Underground Resistance,
Smog,
Duran Duran,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Don Cherry,
The Litter,
Tres Demented,
Khruangbin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Juan Atkins,
Slave,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Almond,
The Offenders,
Outsiders,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
Mantronix,
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Pole,
Jeru the Damaja,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Icehouse,
Black Bananas,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eddi Front,
Carl Craig,
Zero Boys,
Glenn Branca,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Au Pairs,
The Fire Engines,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.