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 Morocco and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Procol Harum to the grunge 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche 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?
Terry Callier,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
Magma,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
Rapeman,
The Selecter,
Scratch Acid,
The Fuzztones,
Khruangbin,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Hill,
Skriet,
Bobby Womack,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blues Magoos,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
PIL,
Parry Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantaleimon,
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brass Construction,
Roxy Music,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Malaria!,
Smog,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bad Manners,
Cymande,
The Monochrome Set,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moleskins,
Thompson Twins,
Pantytec,
Joey Negro,
Arcadia,
Whodini,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sound,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.