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 Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 The New Christs to the punk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Cluster,
Bill Near,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Los Fastidios,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
This Heat,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Connie Case,
Little Man,
Alison Limerick,
Metal Thangz,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Mills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
Grauzone,
The Birthday Party,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Livin' Joy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Henry Cow,
Hardrive,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thompson Twins,
Agitation Free,
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Sarah Menescal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
Ken Boothe,
Laurel Aitken,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.