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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Desert Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Qualms,
The Music Machine,
Magma,
Scientists,
Q65,
Livin' Joy,
Second Layer,
Judy Mowatt,
Dennis Brown,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Real Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
Grey Daturas,
La Düsseldorf,
Ken Boothe,
Mad Mike,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skriet,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lindisfarne,
Essential Logic,
Maleditus Sound,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chrome,
Sun Ra,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
Basic Channel,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hot Snakes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
Vladislav Delay,
The Stooges,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.