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 Iraq and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Joyce Sims,
Gong,
Average White Band,
The Motions,
Barrington Levy,
Altered Images,
Freddie Wadling,
Motorama,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harmonia,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
Malaria!,
The Monochrome Set,
Cal Tjader,
The Star Department,
X-101,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
Archie Shepp,
Albert Ayler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers,
Massinfluence,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
The Buckinghams,
DNA,
Symarip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Foxx,
Derrick May,
Amazonics,
The Dead C,
Banda Bassotti,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Style,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.