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 Qatar and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Young Rascals to the disco 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Suicide,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
Brothers Johnson,
Faust,
Procol Harum,
Moebius,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Isaac Hayes,
Absolute Body Control,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Hood,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
The Gladiators,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fortunes,
Brass Construction,
A Flock of Seagulls,
China Crisis,
The Standells,
Warren Ellis,
Qualms,
John Holt,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young,
Brick,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
Rosa Yemen,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
Swell Maps,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
UT,
Warsaw,
Ultravox,
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
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.