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 Jamaica and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Max Romeo 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Wolf Eyes,
The United States of America,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
Wire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sparks,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
Ponytail,
Crooked Eye,
Animal Collective,
Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
The Associates,
the Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dennis Brown,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ralphi Rosario,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
The Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reagan Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Panda Bear,
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
KRS-One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
R.M.O.,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nico,
Laurel Aitken,
B.T. Express,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.