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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Infiniti to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Sneak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
Man Parrish,
Urselle,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
The Monks,
The Saints,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Average White Band,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
Boredoms,
Cybotron,
Oneida,
Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T.S.O.L.,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
China Crisis,
The Offenders,
Fat Boys,
Japan,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Osbourne,
Circle Jerks,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
The Fortunes,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.