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 Mali and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Sight & Sound to the punk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agitation Free,
Fatback Band,
the Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
R.M.O.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Sheep,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Easy Going,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Bourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sexual Harrassment,
Smog,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Sherman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Teasers,
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Y Pants,
Gong,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
Ponytail,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yaz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Pulsallama,
June of 44,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
Rites of Spring,
New York Dolls,
Grauzone,
Babytalk,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris & Cosey,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.