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 Canada and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Deepchord,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skriet,
Dennis Brown,
UT,
KRS-One,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül,
Oneida,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nas,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bad Manners,
The Saints,
Oblivians,
La Düsseldorf,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sandy B,
L. Decosne,
The Gladiators,
Television,
Ronnie Foster,
Sparks,
The Star Department,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
Dave Gahan,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Carl Craig,
Harmonia,
X-102,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kaleidoscope,
CMW,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
cv313,
The Index,
New Order,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tim Buckley,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.