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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Bar-Kays to the disco 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker 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?
New Order,
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo,
Gichy Dan,
Agitation Free,
Yellowson,
Roxette,
Thompson Twins,
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound,
Fear,
Pussy Galore,
John Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Bowie,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
Erykah Badu,
Blossom Toes,
Pole,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter,
E-Dancer,
Depeche Mode,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
Harmonia,
Fat Boys,
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
Khruangbin,
Sex Pistols,
The Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Neu!,
Basic Channel,
Prince Buster,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.