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 Botswana 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Clarke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Halsall,
Skriet,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
Archie Shepp,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
Scrapy,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Age Steppers,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
Ken Boothe,
Fluxion,
Outsiders,
Maleditus Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
Eli Mardock,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
Aaron Thompson,
Deepchord,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter & Gordon,
The Standells,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.