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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Skaos to the crunk 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Slave,
Cal Tjader,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Christie,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
Crime,
Sunsets and Hearts,
CMW,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Hood,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
Sparks,
Mr. Review,
The J.B.'s,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
Half Japanese,
The Five Americans,
The Fugs,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Görl,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Music Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moody Blues,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Swell Maps,
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Patti Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
Sight & Sound,
Surgeon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.