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 Dominican Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wings to the grunge 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yellowson,
The Martian,
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T.S.O.L.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skriet,
Mad Mike,
Leonard Cohen,
The Durutti Column,
Wasted Youth,
Quando Quango,
Excepter,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Invisible,
the Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
Sex Pistols,
Mandrill,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Slick Rick,
Unrelated Segments,
Los Fastidios,
Bang On A Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visage,
New York Dolls,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
Flipper,
Crime,
Y Pants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Brass Construction,
Half Japanese,
Slave,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.