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 Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agent Orange to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Ronan,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
Pagans,
June Days,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
The Gap Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
Darondo,
Funkadelic,
Buzzcocks,
David Axelrod,
Sam Rivers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Searchers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Royal Trux,
Peter & Gordon,
Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Mills,
Circle Jerks,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
Pere Ubu,
Warren Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
JFA,
The Selecter,
The Black Dice,
Nick Fraelich,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.