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 Monaco and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 CMW to the punk 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear,
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Beau Brummels,
Altered Images,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
Cymande,
Freddie Wadling,
Magma,
The Martian,
Monolake,
Adolescents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alice Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
David Bowie,
CMW,
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
Kayak,
Howard Jones,
Lalann,
The Red Krayola,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Enemy,
Niagra,
The Doors,
The Fuzztones,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
The Skatalites,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
Fluxion,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.