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 Cambodia 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 LL Cool J to the rap 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Dead C,
Los Fastidios,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
Crash Course in Science,
Letta Mbulu,
The Velvet Underground,
Drexciya,
The Index,
Erykah Badu,
The Happenings,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
Wally Richardson,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
Mandrill,
Al Stewart,
Hardrive,
The Cure,
Jandek,
Urselle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
The Red Krayola,
Wings,
Brick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Pantytec,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Don Cherry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Panda Bear,
PIL,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass,
Main Source,
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese,
Basic Channel,
X-102,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hoover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.