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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grunge 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Monks,
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
Prince Buster,
Minutemen,
Deakin,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dual Sessions,
Qualms,
The Zeros,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Associates,
Albert Ayler,
Y Pants,
Cybotron,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
Royal Trux,
E-Dancer,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
Lyres,
The Golliwogs,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
La Düsseldorf,
Agitation Free,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
The Neon Judgement,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sam Rivers,
the Normal,
Sex Pistols,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camberwell Now,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalann,
Fat Boys,
The Doors,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.