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 Egypt and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 The New Christs to the jazz 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Alice Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters,
John Holt,
Fugazi,
K-Klass,
Agent Orange,
Tommy Roe,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City,
Index,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
Dave Gahan,
Cybotron,
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spandau Ballet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Hill,
Malaria!,
Television,
The Names,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
The Stooges,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Lynne,
the Bar-Kays,
Porter Ricks,
the Sonics,
Technova,
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
Outsiders,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
Cluster,
Judy Mowatt,
Patti Smith,
Maurizio,
Adolescents,
Smog,
Country Teasers,
The Monochrome Set,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
Rufus Thomas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Urselle,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.