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 United Kingdom and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 T. Rex to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Deakin,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
Kas Product,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
Urselle,
Thompson Twins,
The Zeros,
Fatback Band,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
Sam Rivers,
Hardrive,
Pere Ubu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
Ossler,
Echospace,
Visage,
The United States of America,
Scion,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oneida,
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes,
Easy Going,
The Beau Brummels,
Mark Hollis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
Sight & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.