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 Kenya 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Liliput to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse,
Ten City,
Dave Gahan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Khruangbin,
Harry Pussy,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flash Fearless,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
Byron Stingily,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
the Sonics,
The Cure,
Fatback Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Swans,
Schoolly D,
The Kinks,
The Names,
Tommy Roe,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Cale,
Ludus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pierre Henry,
New Order,
Morten Harket,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lower 48,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
Ice-T,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.