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 Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sound,
Eddi Front,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
Wally Richardson,
Tom Boy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Young Marble Giants,
Agent Orange,
Television Personalities,
The Buckinghams,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anakelly,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
Prince Buster,
Glenn Branca,
Suicide,
Rod Modell,
The Busters,
The American Breed,
Neu!,
Fugazi,
OOIOO,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl,
Bob Dylan,
Q65,
T. Rex,
Boz Scaggs,
Erykah Badu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Chris Corsano,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
cv313,
The Fugs,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.