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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gun Club to the grunge 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
Donald Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pierre Henry,
Henry Cow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
Absolute Body Control,
Hot Snakes,
Second Layer,
The Saints,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
KRS-One,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
Camberwell Now,
Arcadia,
Ralphi Rosario,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerri Chandler,
The Associates,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Terry,
Vainqueur,
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Mills,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
48th St. Collective,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
Black Flag,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
Yellowson,
Ludus,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.