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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Y Pants to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya 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?
Black Flag,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bad Manners,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
Angry Samoans,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
The Cramps,
MC5,
World's Most,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
The Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reagan Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David McCallum,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
Zapp,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
Malaria!,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minutemen,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spandau Ballet,
Icehouse,
Lou Christie,
Babytalk,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.