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 El Salvador and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 the Germs to the dance 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Smog,
Darondo,
Main Source,
CMW,
ABC,
Lightning Bolt,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
Radiohead,
Lyres,
Eden Ahbez,
The Toasters,
The Invisible,
Underground Resistance,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
The Litter,
Q65,
Scion,
Marine Girls,
Zapp,
Qualms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick May,
Dawn Penn,
The Vogues,
New Age Steppers,
Fluxion,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
The Divine Comedy,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gong,
Maleditus Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rakim,
Marmalade,
E-Dancer,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Talk Talk,
Au Pairs,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang On A Can,
The Evens,
Bill Near,
Pet Shop Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Vainqueur,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.