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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Black Flag to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
The Searchers,
Cluster,
UT,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dave Gahan,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skarface,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
The Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
Isaac Hayes,
Slick Rick,
Silicon Teens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat,
X-102,
Monolake,
Radio Birdman,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
Sixth Finger,
JFA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions,
Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus,
Mad Mike,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
Sällskapet,
Urselle,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
The Happenings,
Robert Görl,
Barbara Tucker,
The American Breed,
The Modern Lovers,
Aural Exciters,
The United States of America,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.