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 Guatemala and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Malaria! to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Youth Brigade,
Vainqueur,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
The Cowsills,
The Toasters,
Joe Finger,
Scan 7,
The Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Smooth,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
Mr. Review,
Essential Logic,
Sam Rivers,
June of 44,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
The Angels of Light,
U.S. Maple,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mantronix,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
Index,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Popol Vuh,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
Quantec,
Can,
Aural Exciters,
The Saints,
The Names,
Groovy Waters,
LL Cool J,
Carl Craig,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fuzztones,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABBA,
Pagans,
The Fall,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.