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 Taiwan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Minnie Riperton to the funk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
Los Fastidios,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alton Ellis,
The Remains,
Clear Light,
Maurizio,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson,
Hot Snakes,
Minny Pops,
Sällskapet,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
John Holt,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül II,
Bang On A Can,
Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Near,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin,
Thee Headcoats,
PIL,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord,
DJ Style,
Von Mondo,
Soul II Soul,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Japan,
June of 44,
Bootsy Collins,
Altered Images,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Five Americans,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.