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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Scan 7,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang On A Can,
Suicide,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
The Wake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Duran Duran,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Buzzcocks,
Crooked Eye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Thompson Twins,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
Angry Samoans,
Gichy Dan,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
48th St. Collective,
Organ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
Magma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonic Youth,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.