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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 In Retrospect to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Machine,
David McCallum,
Deakin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Icehouse,
The Angels of Light,
Dawn Penn,
Kas Product,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan,
Moebius,
Aswad,
Royal Trux,
Soulsonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barclay James Harvest,
kango's stein massive,
Tim Buckley,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sandy B,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eddi Front,
OOIOO,
Henry Cow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed,
Los Fastidios,
Boogie Down Productions,
Goldenarms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Durutti Column,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
Underground Resistance,
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Zeros,
Hardrive,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.