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 Antigua and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Bowie to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
New Age Steppers,
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shoche,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drexciya,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
Monolake,
The Moleskins,
Young Marble Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Anakelly,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Section 25,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
Aswad,
Eli Mardock,
Ultravox,
Babytalk,
Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fugs,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.