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 Togo 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Technova to the rock 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick May,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
Rosa Yemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
Skriet,
Peter & Gordon,
Henry Cow,
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
Animal Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
The Tremeloes,
John Holt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yellowson,
The Selecter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Dave Gahan,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fat Boys,
Au Pairs,
Sound Behaviour,
Eve St. Jones,
D'Angelo,
Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Magazine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
Minnie Riperton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Little Man,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nas,
The Vogues,
Symarip,
Nick Fraelich,
Traffic Nightmare,
In Retrospect,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultimate Spinach,
L. Decosne,
Funky Four + One,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.