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 Solomon Islands and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Althea and Donna 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Crime,
Nico,
The Associates,
Black Pus,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Görl,
Hoover,
Suicide,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
The American Breed,
Scion,
Theoretical Girls,
Bronski Beat,
a-ha,
The Litter,
Cymande,
Symarip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantaleimon,
Tres Demented,
Tom Boy,
F. McDonald,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monolake,
Underground Resistance,
These Immortal Souls,
Mission of Burma,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.