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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cal Tjader 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Supertramp,
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Essential Logic,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Barracudas,
Todd Rundgren,
Can,
The Cowsills,
The Blackbyrds,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
The Music Machine,
Warren Ellis,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mission of Burma,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Sherman,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Minor Threat,
Motorama,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
Yellowson,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
Kayak,
Reagan Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Zapp,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.