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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 James White and The Blacks 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Talk Talk,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Stooges,
X-102,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
The Neon Judgement,
The Young Rascals,
Sällskapet,
Duran Duran,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
Infiniti,
The Cure,
Basic Channel,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
Jacob Miller,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed,
E-Dancer,
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gabor Szabo,
AZ,
X-101,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
Prince Buster,
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
DNA,
Rites of Spring,
The Saints,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
The Victims,
Eric Dolphy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
China Crisis,
Smog,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.