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 Macedonia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 LL Cool J to the rap 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Colin Newman,
Ken Boothe,
Unwound,
Boz Scaggs,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
Sam Rivers,
Royal Trux,
The Stooges,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Bananas,
Schoolly D,
Steve Hackett,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
The United States of America,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Sheep,
The Star Department,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Rundgren,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Clear Light,
Man Parrish,
DJ Style,
The Golliwogs,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
John Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
Prince Buster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
The Walker Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.