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 Grenada and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Von Mondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kas Product,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Procol Harum,
Mission of Burma,
The Associates,
Lungfish,
PIL,
Parry Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
LL Cool J,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
Joensuu 1685,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
The Invisible,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shuggie Otis,
One Last Wish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
the Bar-Kays,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nico,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Style,
Kevin Saunderson,
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Organ,
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
Absolute Body Control,
Bob Dylan,
Drexciya,
The Searchers,
Zero Boys,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
Y Pants,
The Buckinghams,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.