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 Pakistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ice-T 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Negative Approach,
Warsaw,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Rufus Thomas,
Young Marble Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Japan,
Ludus,
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
Cybotron,
Oblivians,
Angry Samoans,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
48th St. Collective,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Godley & Creme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
Supertramp,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smiths,
Drexciya,
June of 44,
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonic Youth,
Yaz,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Holt,
Los Fastidios,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
Agitation Free,
Cecil Taylor,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.