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 Latvia and from Tehran.
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 Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Smog to the rock 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Banda Bassotti,
Brick,
Essential Logic,
The Tremeloes,
Parry Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Archie Shepp,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
Interpol,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Wells,
Skaos,
Livin' Joy,
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
Rosa Yemen,
Sixth Finger,
Urselle,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
The Offenders,
Arab on Radar,
Wasted Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Guru Guru,
Freddie Wadling,
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
Lyres,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Invisible,
Scion,
Barbara Tucker,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Smog,
The Blackbyrds,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
Marine Girls,
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
The Count Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
PIL,
Negative Approach,
Mr. Review,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.