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 Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Gong to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Japan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slave,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Davy DMX,
ABC,
Scrapy,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
Section 25,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
Rotary Connection,
Depeche Mode,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hardrive,
The Residents,
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
The Smiths,
Circle Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
Magazine,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kurtis Blow,
Mark Hollis,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Guru Guru,
Scan 7,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
Dead Boys,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.