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 Guinea and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jeru the Damaja to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Niagra,
PIL,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pretty Things,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Y Pants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quadrant,
Thompson Twins,
The Monochrome Set,
Khruangbin,
Excepter,
The United States of America,
Icehouse,
Arcadia,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
Unwound,
the Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Average White Band,
DNA,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
The Move,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monolake,
Section 25,
Lebanon Hanover,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q65,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.