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 Pakistan 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Josef K to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultravox,
Matthew Halsall,
Letta Mbulu,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slackers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
Accadde A,
Mars,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
CMW,
Outsiders,
Japan,
Cecil Taylor,
New York Dolls,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Q65,
The Residents,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mantronix,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Audionom,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T.S.O.L.,
Shoche,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.