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 Croatia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
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 güiro 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 Charles Mingus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Alphaville,
Ituana,
Ken Boothe,
Aural Exciters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultravox,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
The Walker Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case,
Parry Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Can,
Scratch Acid,
Skarface,
Kenny Larkin,
Von Mondo,
Fluxion,
Yusef Lateef,
The Leaves,
Nas,
The Zeros,
The Standells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arcadia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantytec,
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen,
Deadbeat,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
The Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yellowson,
The Smoke,
Magma,
Drexciya,
OOIOO,
Lebanon Hanover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Subhumans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.