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 Micronesia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the jazz 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sonics,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Tremeloes,
Scientists,
Kenny Larkin,
The Count Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter & Gordon,
Mars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
Qualms,
Ornette Coleman,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
Mission of Burma,
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan,
Alice Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
X-102,
New Order,
Magma,
Derrick Morgan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
Grauzone,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Wells,
The Saints,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
La Düsseldorf,
Maleditus Sound,
Magazine,
Urselle,
Agitation Free,
Severed Heads,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blossom Toes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
Roger Hodgson,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
Yazoo,
Marshall Jefferson,
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.