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 Bahrain and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 ABBA to the rock 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
Josef K,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Wire,
Popol Vuh,
Smog,
Bauhaus,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
Skaos,
Soulsonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Essential Logic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David McCallum,
Grauzone,
Babytalk,
Iggy Pop,
Erykah Badu,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
The Beau Brummels,
Organ,
Mars,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
K-Klass,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo,
Accadde A,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.