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 Ghana and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Doobie Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Deakin,
Bauhaus,
Unwound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
CMW,
Animal Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
Oblivians,
Gong,
Ponytail,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Durutti Column,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moebius,
Roxy Music,
Hardrive,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang of Four,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
JFA,
Shuggie Otis,
Alphaville,
Slave,
Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band,
The Move,
Anakelly,
Bill Near,
Lightning Bolt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Remains,
Jeff Mills,
Fela Kuti,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
Kas Product,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wasted Youth,
Crooked Eye,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.