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 Vietnam and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shoche,
The United States of America,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bauhaus,
Steve Hackett,
Black Moon,
The Invisible,
Bluetip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wings,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Japan,
Procol Harum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Au Pairs,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unrelated Segments,
Crooked Eye,
Can,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
B.T. Express,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
June of 44,
Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.