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 Haiti and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 In Retrospect to the disco 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
the Human League,
Marc Almond,
The Misunderstood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Wake,
The Gories,
Danielle Patucci,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
The Skatalites,
PIL,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gabor Szabo,
Idris Muhammad,
Camberwell Now,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
JFA,
the Normal,
Nirvana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Japan,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
Hardrive,
Thee Headcoats,
Glenn Branca,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Style,
Goldenarms,
The Fugs,
Althea and Donna,
The Monochrome Set,
Lyres,
the Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nas,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cal Tjader,
Skriet,
Derrick May,
10cc,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.