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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Flesh Eaters to the dance 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
the Slits,
a-ha,
Skarface,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
Neu!,
Suburban Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terry Callier,
Black Pus,
Blake Baxter,
Skaos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
Inner City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Durutti Column,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Remains,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
Sonic Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James White and The Blacks,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Bourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sonics,
T. Rex,
Roxette,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
Pantytec,
Groovy Waters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pagans,
Moss Icon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.