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 Senegal and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Grey Daturas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Reagan Youth,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
China Crisis,
The Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
Rod Modell,
Gong,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bluetip,
X-102,
Peter and Kerry,
Donny Hathaway,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
cv313,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dave Clark Five,
MDC,
UT,
New York Dolls,
Funky Four + One,
Con Funk Shun,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Starr,
Black Flag,
L. Decosne,
Trumans Water,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
Zapp,
The Human League,
Nas,
In Retrospect,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Los Fastidios,
Minutemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dawn Penn,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.