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 Bremen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 The Leaves to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Half Japanese,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lower 48,
Flipper,
Alphaville,
Harry Pussy,
Charles Mingus,
Jandek,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar,
Groovy Waters,
Reuben Wilson,
F. McDonald,
Oblivians,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
One Last Wish,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
The Residents,
Mantronix,
Bootsy Collins,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
Masters at Work,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Rekid,
8 Eyed Spy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lakeside,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q and Not U,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
Erykah Badu,
Interpol,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
Grauzone,
Brick,
CMW,
Stereo Dub,
Faust,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.