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 Iran and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta 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 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 X-101 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Main Source,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Schoolly D,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Glenn Branca,
Quando Quango,
Subhumans,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
Clear Light,
Yellowson,
These Immortal Souls,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Copeland,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
Whodini,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
Warren Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arcadia,
Tears for Fears,
The Cure,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Moon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
The Cowsills,
Funkadelic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oblivians,
Gong,
Wire,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sugar Minott,
Throbbing Gristle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maurizio,
Sparks,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.