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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Derrick Morgan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
Echospace,
Fugazi,
Japan,
Dave Gahan,
Gang of Four,
Thompson Twins,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Yaz,
Excepter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eddi Front,
Lucky Dragons,
Tubeway Army,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sugar Minott,
Maleditus Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fatback Band,
Erasure,
Camouflage,
Gong,
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Raincoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Rundgren,
Severed Heads,
Quadrant,
Ten City,
Funky Four + One,
Ronan,
Joe Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments,
Model 500,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
Minnie Riperton,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.