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 Venezuela and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Sandy B to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
Audionom,
X-101,
The Victims,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
Erykah Badu,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
Grey Daturas,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Panda Bear,
The Birthday Party,
Aswad,
The Wake,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
Faraquet,
Pantytec,
Leonard Cohen,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pussy Galore,
Loose Ends,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Dave Gahan,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
Khruangbin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
The Gap Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Holt,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
Godley & Creme,
Y Pants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Michelle Simonal,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.