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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Drive Like Jehu to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Rekid,
Angry Samoans,
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers,
The Black Dice,
Supertramp,
Gang Green,
Negative Approach,
Television Personalities,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
Joensuu 1685,
Zapp,
the Germs,
Hot Snakes,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
LL Cool J,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minutemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lyres,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smiths,
The Tremeloes,
The Neon Judgement,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
Warsaw,
Pulsallama,
Eden Ahbez,
Cymande,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
The Invisible,
MDC,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.