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 Togo and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the electroclash 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids 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?
Cluster,
Flash Fearless,
Quadrant,
Television,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
OOIOO,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
Camberwell Now,
The Sonics,
The Vogues,
Maleditus Sound,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
Eric Copeland,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bauhaus,
Chrome,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
10cc,
Royal Trux,
Funky Four + One,
Ronan,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Kinks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brick,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
Mary Jane Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
The Evens,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
AZ,
Basic Channel,
The Slackers,
The Toasters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.