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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 New York Dolls to the funk 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Jeru the Damaja,
AZ,
Clear Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
Symarip,
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Order,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
Basic Channel,
The Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Danielle Patucci,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The J.B.'s,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Outsiders,
CMW,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
Fear,
John Cale,
Royal Trux,
This Heat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
Bluetip,
Organ,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick Morgan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour,
Pussy Galore,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Albert Ayler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.