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 Jordan 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Althea and Donna,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Wells,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav,
K-Klass,
Sister Nancy,
Swell Maps,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
In Retrospect,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Almond,
Aloha Tigers,
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blancmange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
AZ,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
The Happenings,
Massinfluence,
The Martian,
Eurythmics,
Barry Ungar,
Susan Cadogan,
The Birthday Party,
Sparks,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
X-101,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.