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 Ukraine 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Wings,
Babytalk,
F. McDonald,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Invisible,
L. Decosne,
John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
Subhumans,
Janne Schatter,
Eden Ahbez,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Massinfluence,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Scan 7,
The Monks,
R.M.O.,
FM Einheit,
The Red Krayola,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
Cameo,
Sällskapet,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
The Dirtbombs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock,
Can,
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Wake,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
Crime,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.