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 Sudan and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Hashim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Darondo,
Gichy Dan,
The Monks,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
Juan Atkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacob Miller,
Franke,
Supertramp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Accadde A,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Star Department,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Neon Judgement,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
Leonard Cohen,
the Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fugazi,
Mr. Review,
Anakelly,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
Albert Ayler,
The Happenings,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fuzztones,
Glenn Branca,
Second Layer,
Talk Talk,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
The Moleskins,
Das Ding,
Smog,
Excepter,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Cell,
CMW,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.