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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Khruangbin,
Aural Exciters,
Reuben Wilson,
The Human League,
Mantronix,
Junior Murvin,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
Stetsasonic,
Agitation Free,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Goldenarms,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls,
Pantaleimon,
Talk Talk,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spandau Ballet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
New Order,
Masters at Work,
U.S. Maple,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
The Searchers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
10cc,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brick,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
Quantec,
Gang of Four,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.