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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Drive Like Jehu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cramps,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
Harpers Bizarre,
FM Einheit,
Talk Talk,
Suburban Knight,
MC5,
The Raincoats,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
The Techniques,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
Sandy B,
Franke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
F. McDonald,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker,
Drexciya,
The Black Dice,
Sarah Menescal,
June Days,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultimate Spinach,
Malaria!,
Black Flag,
Davy DMX,
Colin Newman,
Sight & Sound,
Little Man,
Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mojo Men,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Star Department,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.