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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Little Man to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
Connie Case,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
ABC,
Rapeman,
Black Pus,
Nico,
Marcia Griffiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aswad,
Grey Daturas,
Qualms,
Swell Maps,
The Standells,
Flipper,
Niagra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
Organ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tres Demented,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Searchers,
Ponytail,
U.S. Maple,
Kenny Larkin,
Cybotron,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
Charles Mingus,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.