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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the disco 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Skaos,
DJ Sneak,
Mission of Burma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
Jacob Miller,
Ossler,
Ultravox,
L. Decosne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Das Ding,
The Stooges,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
Kurtis Blow,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
Ituana,
Robert Wyatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
MDC,
Icehouse,
Blancmange,
Gang Green,
Hoover,
Bad Manners,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.