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 Bhutan 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Agent Orange to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
Shuggie Otis,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pop Group,
Slave,
Mo-Dettes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
DNA,
Carl Craig,
Main Source,
Cymande,
Roger Hodgson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joyce Sims,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül,
John Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Searchers,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
Panda Bear,
Magazine,
Talk Talk,
The Sound,
DJ Sneak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
D'Angelo,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Terry,
The Stooges,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fela Kuti,
The Vogues,
Steve Hackett,
Kerri Chandler,
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
Fat Boys,
Au Pairs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.