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 the UAE and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Reuben Wilson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
Barry Ungar,
Rites of Spring,
The J.B.'s,
The Vogues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
U.S. Maple,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tears for Fears,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quadrant,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Hill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
Robert Görl,
Graham Central Station,
The Angels of Light,
Oneida,
Patti Smith,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fall,
Thompson Twins,
John Foxx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
Anthony Braxton,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
Bluetip,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eli Mardock,
Gichy Dan,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.