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 Thailand and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Stereo Dub to the techno 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
Althea and Donna,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Görl,
Lou Christie,
Susan Cadogan,
Pierre Henry,
Byron Stingily,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter & Gordon,
Ossler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Model 500,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stetsasonic,
Terry Callier,
Lower 48,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ohio Players,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oneida,
Black Bananas,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Y Pants,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Hood,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
Don Cherry,
The Martian,
The Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deepchord,
the Association,
LL Cool J,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
Interpol,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.