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 Tunisia and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultravox to the techno 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Hoover,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
The Durutti Column,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erykah Badu,
Howard Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swans,
Henry Cow,
Fatback Band,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
Mantronix,
Steve Hackett,
Scan 7,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Prince Buster,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
Mark Hollis,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slits,
The Residents,
Surgeon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tom Boy,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Görl,
Sonic Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Almond,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.