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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
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 organ 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 Public Enemy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
Faust,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mad Mike,
Ludus,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
Joy Division,
Roger Hodgson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Halsall,
Wire,
Carl Craig,
Minutemen,
Ronnie Foster,
Au Pairs,
The Smiths,
Alphaville,
These Immortal Souls,
Alton Ellis,
The Kinks,
K-Klass,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Inner City,
Delta 5,
The Names,
EPMD,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
E-Dancer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonic Youth,
Hoover,
Trumans Water,
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang On A Can,
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.