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 Slovenia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Intrusion,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Newcleus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
Warren Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
Davy DMX,
Buzzcocks,
The Mojo Men,
Warsaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Parry Music,
Unwound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Archie Shepp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bush Tetras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Bourne,
Faraquet,
Angry Samoans,
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
Easy Going,
OOIOO,
Index,
Basic Channel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Icehouse,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.