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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bang On A Can to the electroclash 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 The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deepchord,
Slick Rick,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics,
Model 500,
Warren Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Dave Gahan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quadrant,
The Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sound Behaviour,
D'Angelo,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Morten Harket,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
China Crisis,
The Last Poets,
Television,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
Lungfish,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxette,
Mission of Burma,
cv313,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
Don Cherry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
Sandy B,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
Rekid,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.