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 Mali 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 B.T. Express to the dance 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Victims,
The Barracudas,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultra Naté,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
Nico,
Nirvana,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus,
Sex Pistols,
The Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
MDC,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
Man Parrish,
Inner City,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonic Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mummies,
Q65,
Von Mondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
Agitation Free,
Marine Girls,
Silicon Teens,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.