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 Gabon and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
The Leaves,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
Andrew Hill,
The Birthday Party,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Infiniti,
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pop Group,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang On A Can,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
The Techniques,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
Flash Fearless,
Talk Talk,
The Vogues,
Au Pairs,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Almond,
Pylon,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fugs,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Steve Hackett,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cure,
The Litter,
Lalann,
Skarface,
a-ha,
Joe Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Reuben Wilson,
Japan,
Mantronix,
Funky Four + One,
Supertramp,
Gang Starr,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.