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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Sly & The Family Stone to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Man Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
B.T. Express,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
Q and Not U,
Skarface,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
The Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
The Standells,
Lou Reed,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
Silicon Teens,
Davy DMX,
Judy Mowatt,
Bronski Beat,
Aloha Tigers,
Pulsallama,
Groovy Waters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
Hashim,
Nirvana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dave Gahan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slick Rick,
Mars,
The Pretty Things,
Ten City,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
Sparks,
Barrington Levy,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
Magma,
The Remains,
Quadrant,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Banda Bassotti,
ABBA,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.