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 Estonia and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalo Schifrin 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Star Department,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
Banda Bassotti,
Masters at Work,
Connie Case,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Icehouse,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
Sam Rivers,
X-Ray Spex,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiohead,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
One Last Wish,
Can,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
Gong,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Malaria!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ice-T,
Young Marble Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
The Gories,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
The United States of America,
Eric Copeland,
Josef K,
Derrick Morgan,
Laurel Aitken,
Kenny Larkin,
Yazoo,
The J.B.'s,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.