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 El Salvador and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 Hashim to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Intrusion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Godley & Creme,
The Skatalites,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Ronan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Names,
The New Christs,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fatback Band,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
Dark Day,
Black Pus,
Hardrive,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mojo Men,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brand Nubian,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Gang Starr,
The Evens,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Fat Boys,
Audionom,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
Au Pairs,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.